Please note that this is poetry. It does not tell the entire story. It does not tell a hopeful tale. It is meant to make you want read the real story. The true story is full of hope for us and tells the ending which is the best part - not for him though.
1: The Con Man
He plays the game well, pulling down the shades.
a smile with pure confidence in his work. True masquerade.
The stage is set, edging his way into the spotlight,
once only playing the bad guy, now sometimes the hero.
Master of coercion, likes to wear a black covering,
telling us that it is white. That evil is the new good.
King of cons. Greatest performer of all.
Not doing it for the red carpet, but to complete his collection of souls.
He carries many names, offers old lies in new wraps.
What's his story? Tell me of the Con Man.
II: Angel
When he began, he was a sort of prince.
Revered, respected, followed and admired.
For he was the best of the best. A powerful being.
A beautiful one. I dare say he was a favorite.
But it was not enough. He wanted it all.
He wanted to be king. He wanted to be God.
But there was already God. There could not be another.
And he could not replace God. So he was cast out.
He was an angel. An angel that defied God.
So now he roams Earth. A Beast in Beauty's clothes.
That's right. He was never surrounded by fire,
wearing red tights, red horns and a spearhead tail.
III: Monster
He's the master of disguise. He can appear as the light,
though he is the Prince of Darkness. The Con, stealer of souls.
It's easy to pretend he's not there. Even he does that sometimes;
walking through a crowd, no one noticing his pickpocket hands.
He chooses favorites, collecting "friends" to help him,
beautiful men and women, yet monsters inside.
For a time I was one of them. But I was irrelevant.
He left me alone. But that all changed.
I saw past his charade. Because God pulled me out.
And only then did the Con notice. I became a target.
IV: His Craft
He came then. The Con. Came knocking at my door.
Promising to make me a favorite. Prodding at my weakness.
I would get every desire if only I would come back to him.
But the Tempter could not take me. I was safe with God.
I saw past the mask. Saw past his lies and half-truths.
Looked beyond behavior. Saw the heart of the Con.
But he had one more trick up his sleeve. Reminded me of who I once was.
Where I do not belong to him now, I had before.
I had been of the Con. I had played the game.
"I am evil, so what?" said he. "You do not deserve good."
V: Devil
Your future, Devil, is not a pretty one.
No more masquerade. Forget it. It's over.
The lie is lost in the face of truth. The actor cannot compare with the real thing.
The thief and the traitor are found out. And the Con? Well, he'll end too.
He wants to be God. But there is already God.
He cannot replace God. And God knows it.
For now, the Con wanders, conning us all.
But his day is coming: When God will tolerate him no more.
Revelation 20:10
1: The Con Man
He plays the game well, pulling down the shades.
a smile with pure confidence in his work. True masquerade.
The stage is set, edging his way into the spotlight,
once only playing the bad guy, now sometimes the hero.
Master of coercion, likes to wear a black covering,
telling us that it is white. That evil is the new good.
King of cons. Greatest performer of all.
Not doing it for the red carpet, but to complete his collection of souls.
He carries many names, offers old lies in new wraps.
What's his story? Tell me of the Con Man.
II: Angel
When he began, he was a sort of prince.
Revered, respected, followed and admired.
For he was the best of the best. A powerful being.
A beautiful one. I dare say he was a favorite.
But it was not enough. He wanted it all.
He wanted to be king. He wanted to be God.
But there was already God. There could not be another.
And he could not replace God. So he was cast out.
He was an angel. An angel that defied God.
So now he roams Earth. A Beast in Beauty's clothes.
That's right. He was never surrounded by fire,
wearing red tights, red horns and a spearhead tail.
III: Monster
He's the master of disguise. He can appear as the light,
though he is the Prince of Darkness. The Con, stealer of souls.
It's easy to pretend he's not there. Even he does that sometimes;
walking through a crowd, no one noticing his pickpocket hands.
He chooses favorites, collecting "friends" to help him,
beautiful men and women, yet monsters inside.
For a time I was one of them. But I was irrelevant.
He left me alone. But that all changed.
I saw past his charade. Because God pulled me out.
And only then did the Con notice. I became a target.
IV: His Craft
He came then. The Con. Came knocking at my door.
Promising to make me a favorite. Prodding at my weakness.
I would get every desire if only I would come back to him.
But the Tempter could not take me. I was safe with God.
I saw past the mask. Saw past his lies and half-truths.
Looked beyond behavior. Saw the heart of the Con.
But he had one more trick up his sleeve. Reminded me of who I once was.
Where I do not belong to him now, I had before.
I had been of the Con. I had played the game.
"I am evil, so what?" said he. "You do not deserve good."
V: Devil
Your future, Devil, is not a pretty one.
No more masquerade. Forget it. It's over.
The lie is lost in the face of truth. The actor cannot compare with the real thing.
The thief and the traitor are found out. And the Con? Well, he'll end too.
He wants to be God. But there is already God.
He cannot replace God. And God knows it.
For now, the Con wanders, conning us all.
But his day is coming: When God will tolerate him no more.
Revelation 20:10
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