Madame Lucifer's Poetry

You're a perfect person. A cold heart but caring being. She'll give you bumps on your skin. She's the devil made from revil to the bone. Satan would save her life. SO LIE WITHIN THE DARK! Live within. Die with them. Burn in them. Live with thy. OH WHY DO I FEEL YOUR PAIN? YOU'RE SO PERFECT! You're such a bone. You hit harder then a bullet. I don't understand you. You're more than a being! I feel your empathized world. THOUGH MY SKIN!

I have a demon and his name is methamphetamine. I love my kid to death but methamphetamine is calling me. I never understood how a person could love methamphetamine more than the little being they gave life to be. Here I am sitting in a situation where I see and now all eyes are on me. The only person I have to help me make sure I come to be who I really am meant to be uses methamphetamine. So here I am now on red code and the demon is calling me. Use methamphetamine in between you're piss test but that number 12:34 a.m. keeps showing it's face to me. In early August the lady asked of me, what would cause you to relapse and I thought I'm better than methamphetamine. Here I am and I'm no different from the others that sit in front of me. Now I see why methamphetamine is hard for me to let go of even though my kid means the world to be. But does she really if I'm having to fight this demon called methamphetamine. I don't want to be in this category of users who ca...

Today I realized I'm fucking crazy. Madly in love with an archangel a demon so beautiful. When he leaves me all I feel is dope sick. Every touch so perfect I can't stop coming. I need him so badly because I'm feeling dope sick. An obsession it's sick a human being. Got me feeling fucking dope sick. I love so madly so dearly. Turn it into hate maybe then I won't feel fucking dope sick. I hate you, get the fuck away from me, you don't love me. I love you, I'm fucking dope sick. An obsession it controls me. I need it so badly or I'm fucking dope sick. Please stop loving me intensely. These thoughts, Images flashing. I'm puking cuz I'm fucking dope sick. Never-ending consumed, I love you. How I wish to be sane because I can't take this dope sick. An archangel, beautiful Gabriel, a human being. My incubus in human form, now I'm addicted and fucking dope sick. I can't take it anymore. I have to figure out how to rewire my brain because I ha...

Merry’s post was gated, locked and needed a key. Red and spun. Yellow bars the horned one. Merry goes round. Come to me, lightly I’ll teach thy. I look around, only I’ve got the key. Red and spun. Yellow bars the horned one. Merry goes round. Come to me, I am the love you’ll ever need. Red and spun. Yellow bars the horned one. Merry goes round. I edge to thy. Come to me, It’s beautiful I show thy. Red and spun. Yellow bars the horned one. Merry goes round. Down in the abyss I see. Come to me, I’m the only one who’ll please thy. Red and spun. Yellow bars the horned one. Merry goes round. I crawl down in the dark to the end and it’s deep. Come to me, or I take it when need be. Red and spun. Yellow bars the horned one. Merry goes round now locked and has me. Come to me, give thy nectar or I take it from thy. Red and spun. Yellow bars the horned one. Merry goes round. Come to me, darkness is light and you belong to me. Red and spun. Yellow bars the horned one. Merry’s post was the devil yo...

I love days where my emotions that are governed to me is spit up in rhymes. Rhyming every feeling that comes to mind. Motha fucking feelings! I hate them. A gifted curse power of mine. It hurts having to feel yours all the time. Keep um to your self got dammit. It's okay to be selfish this time.

I think to much. Yet I'm going to sit here and think some more. Can you take away my thinking brain? I don't want it anymore as it just leads to never ending thinking some more. More. More thinking. It can be a heavy pain one endures. Thinking. And thinking some more.

This life eats me up inside. Feels like stabs of a pickaxe in my chest as the glimpses of life flashes before my eyes. Feeling glimpses hurt just as badly as on the days they happened. Future glimpses turn my stomach so badly I have to catch myself before I puke up the never ending feelings. Sensitive sensitive. A sensitive who's to sensitive. I don't want to be so sensitive. Governed by feelings all it's done is make me feel as though I'm cursed with never ending feelings. I'm so lost and disconnected from whom I feel I'm supposed to be. Because all I feel is the visions of past and future going through me. Am I even me? I want to pray but feel like it's pointless not knowing if it really is something to be. I need all the answers please. I'm about to break from all the insanity of feeling the glimpses that are governed to me. Stop lying to yourself Bobbie you've already broke, why do you think you write so much sad poetry? Suck it up buttercup. Rem...

** profanity ** I know how to fix the worlds problems but I'm a no body facing the problem of telling everybody. I can't bare this weight of the world's pain on my shoulders anymore. I've already went under. The darkness of hate is filling the land and soon I'll be gone. The cursed life of an evil narcissists shows it's face from time to time making sure they've made it clear their evil ways of how I'm a no body. I know I'm a somebody because I at least care about people and even you Mr. evil narcissist, whom is cleared of any pain I wish I could give to you. I know I'm a somebody when I carry the weight of the world's pain on my shoulders having the need to save everybody. The end is coming, well it's already here and all I think about is damn this is so fucked up. Choosing to incarnate on this planet filled with evil and hateful beings. Knowing how to save mankind. I type these words cursed to spell you with e m p a t h y. Empathy. It...

I feel like I don't even know me.   I could tell you all the positive things about me but really I'm a nobody.   I hate being human here on planet Earth feeling like I'm here to live miserably.   Of course, it can always be way worse but damn I'm sad right now cuz no matter what I find I can't make a better life I need.   I have nothing to show for myself except all this pointless research that's hidden from thee. Today I was told no can't help me. Not like I have anyone else to ask and if I did I would of honestly. Already knew it was pointless but I had to try just to see. I wouldn't do that to my own mini me whose rocking and rhyming on her patched heart beat.   I'm sad today. I don't know how much longer I can keep sane living with a chicken bitch. Two faced, belittling, gas lighting narcissistically. Inked tears laid down here for what.....  Fuck it I don't know really.....  Oh wait.......  When I'm sad I write poetry...

I don't know what to do. I'm sitting here crying like a little baby because of the things humans do. This is a needle in a haystack effect trying to get through to all of you. I need to tell you something and yet I'm so scared because I feel like I'm not supposed to. Not supposed to because they kill the ones who try to enlighten you. I'll die proudly telling you what's true. I guess this poem is my microphone hoping to tap in and blare this message to you. I need you to wake up. Pull the veil off your eyes. And see what's really in front of you. Our government isn't for you. All world leaders are against you. Everything you think you know was programmed in you. There are literally thousands of mind control patents. The tv is the best way to get through to you. Hypnotizing you. The news is 90% fake, showing you things to create emotions in you. What do you do? Just as they want you to. You act upon your emotions and now you're attacking this human be...

I have a secret to tell you and it's quite crazy I'd say.  War is coming and I must tell you, don't freak the fuck out, don't attack with guns you must here me out I know the peaceful way. The only thing that may save you is if you aren't mixed with a gray or have an evil soul. A gray is a low level Extraterrestrial that has been abducting humans and mixing DNA. That's not good because they aren't advanced in anyway. The Anunnaki are coming to decontaminate this place. The war is only because mankind has been kept from the truth.  Kept hidden away by our governments who say they care about you but now it's too late.  Because of the brainwashing and lies spit in your face.  Now it's to late for them to tell you so they still keep it hidden away. War will happen because mankind flips the fuck out and thinks it's Extraterrestrial against mankind. But I'm here to tell you like I said the only thing that may save you is if you aren't mixed wit...

I haven't been a very loving daughter to you. There's no excuse. So I won't sit here and try to lie to you. Sugarcoating the lost time. What I do want to say is that I'm sorry Momma for disappearing on you. I hope my absence hasn't put too much pain in you. I really do love you. I understand if you feel like it may be hard to believe it's true. I do think about you. All more than you probably think I do. I was just being hard-headed and didn't know how to get past my own pain of not talking to you. Really is unloving of me and I’m sorry Momma. That’s the last thing you deserve from your child to who you gave life to. I know I can’t bring back time and fix any wounds. But what I can do is say I love you for every day I didn’t talk to you. I love you for being a good mother to me while I was in your womb. I love you for being a good mother even when I was in my terrible twos. I love you even more so for being a good mother when you lost one and probably didn’t...

There's a hidden door no one knows about but me. It only has one key. Which is held by a beautiful demon who wears so proudly. The key is a test that comes at some point in almost everyone's lives. And on the day the demon knocked at the door. You didn’t run. Instead, you opened it and welcomed it with open arms. The beauty and warmth it gave, spun you into a spiraling crave and you caved. Not knowing that it was going to take a place forever holding you in its disgrace. The demon was loving, welcoming and blinded you of how much it really needed to feed. Welcoming all who will unconsciously let go of the true reality. Now it’s too late. You turn on everyone and give nothing but hate. Locked in a state of everyone is against you and the only thing that's true is the beautiful demon you unconsciously lowered your frequency to. Now I'm here to tell you the reality of what's really true. That beautiful demon who you love so dearly it's only purpose is to make you t...

It all started when a man messaged me. Seeking a request to be filled, I did agree. While researching trying to find what I need.  I came across some PDFs so I began to read. First one titled "How the Irish became white" On the second page, it writes: "The Irish are the blacks of Europe." "So say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud." Wow, I bust laughing out loud. Hours go by and it's almost sunup. A second PDF titled "I am - The first name of God."  "The Divine Province". Skimming through I find grimacing information about the Rothschilds human intentions. Convictions upon the Ark of the Covenant and something shielding from the light. Might the Ark of the Covenant be a portal within the Sphinx burial site? Typed in "Ark of the Covenant portal pdf." You'd never guess but the Ark of the Covenant is a portal. Bridging dimensional frequency bands and locations. Information on everything we question about life is giv...

I'm starting to wonder what the fuck is wrong with me. Is there something I need to fix inside me?  Am I that crazy for what I feel and think I see? It's like every man I meet is crazy or just uses me. Say they love me but I don't feel it honestly. Say I'm crazy but why is how I feel bad of me? How am I wrong for how I feel or what I see? It's not like they've proved my negativity was just me overthinking overseeing. Just talk shit and point the finger at me. Blames me for their wrongdoing aimlessly. Didn't see one for two months. Second night he asked if I'd go to a swingers club with him but oh I'm the ignorant one for taking it wrongly.  I don't have to do anything but it's okay how you asked that of me? The one who says they love me. But I'm wrong for saying you don't care about me? Hmm...I'm not the one trying to fuck every one apparently. I'm stupid for make-believe. Oh I'm crazy because all I feel is dishonesty. Or ...

All I see is sadness in my eyes of already knowing this would be the last I'd see.   The last time I'd see my incubus in flesh in front of me.  Damn I miss that beast and how he dominantly shoved his big black cock in me.  Hopefully one day I can have my incubus in flesh forever in front of me.   Loving me intensely and I forever kneeling to worship thy.  Oh how my misery of longing to be immensely covered with the presence of thy had me at that moment spitting rhymes that just came to me.

The day I met the Devil he embraced me with a welcoming fate. I was five and he materialized under the merry-go-round. His head was the post under and his horns were the carousel you spin and seat. Given enlightenment of how the world really is. To spread the knowledge gifted to me. Heaven is Hell and vice versa. I'm living in the wrong time and galaxy.   Just feels like I'm existing really.   I’ve walked the planes of time only to discover everything is a figment covering your eyes.  Brainwashed by world leaders to keep you blind.   I can show you at least 34 mind control patents.   Or the inhumane methods of population control. I can keep going though. Knowledge will be the death of me. Because I spread the fucked up shit I read. Kind of sad really looking at how it is to be.   No wonder humans can't advance to what they're supposed to be. Damn why I gotta be stuck on this planet?   But it’s for a reason I foresaw at thr...

There's a hater amongst me and I know exactly who he is. Hating for whom I'm attracted to. So he reported me two days in a row thinking he’s got me, he won. I laugh wickedly as I sit here because I can see through him. I know exactly of your kind. You’re the evil one. A heritage of owning those who were forced to pick clouds for you to dream on. He’d spit in my face and tell me I’m just like him. Ehhh….negative Mr. Lynch. I’m a second-generation American. A redhead “finger’s worked to the bone” from Ireland. Nagymama and Nagynénje only twelve escaping Hitler. Boxed on a train. Splitting when the Nazis came to never see each other again.  Nagyapa jumped the Berlin wall to get away from the evil ghastly ones.   Obviously, you can’t get rid of me. The worst part about being an empath is that you’re the one who needs the most love. But it will take you lifetimes to clear that karma you dug, Mr. relative of  Willie Lynch.