Satan's Banquet

I recently listened to some sermons by a famous Baptist preacher that lived in the 1800's. I was amazed by how relevant his sermons still were today and also by his adeptness with words. I felt inspired to write this poem based on the words God anointed him to preach such a long time ago. I hope they are inspirational to you as well.

Satan’s Banquet
by Me
(Based on a sermon of the same name by C.H. Spurgeon)


The man sat at a fine table,
Satan said Let’s sup,
He set before him recklessness,
The man drank from the cup.


When he had finished,
He gave him goblet number two,
He drank of satiety,
Drowsiness began to ensue.


Satan set down a black goblet,
The man said No thank you sir,
But he insisted,
He who drinks the second must drink the third.


The final cup,
To the man he gave,
Robbed him of his life,
And sent him to his grave.


Satan hides a secret chamber,
Blazing hell is behind the door,
The horrible pit is filled with shrieks of pain,
And every kind of horror.


Won't you come and plead,
The blood of Jesus with me,
Refuse the devil's banquet,
And you will be set free.

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Unless you've freed a heroin. Jesus has hiding places that are not hidden. That's why sitting with satan is not always so bad, if he is truly so far away from his power. The fourth cup is sipping Psychotic. It is quite relieving of selfish reason and undermining parental authority. Majority claims that instant gratification is detrimental to the longevity of development within your brain. Blah blah blah, Make sure to entirely enjoy eating your neighbors brains. Either way you interact with them you will be marked as a sinner in every brand. Please put down your objections and sip on. And on and on. Any disruption from this cup on is just your faith weakening, sip with me. How dare you hate me. Play with me, I'll torture myself just watch you all bleed.

Of course that is extreme, of course, I have no idea what the hell I am in here about, I've only denied the money promised for helping to get you through your last meal. Oh my, you must be confused, cleared rooms fill with bodies, excuse me as I enter all the tombs. Hahahah. I hate suffering. Final truth. Ehhh 5th cup to be named after you've had the seventh.