Satan’s lullaby

Hush, little baby, don’t lift your head,

Lay down your sword, go back to bed.

No need to war, no need to cry—

The fight’s too loud, just close your eyes.

Here, take this comfort, soft and sweet,

Trade your fire for silk sheets.

Tuck in your zeal, your passion too,

That narrow road is not for you.

Let the world sing over your soul,

A soothing lie to make your feelings grow.

Self becomes your gospel true—

You are god, and god is you.

No need for fasting, blood, or flame,

That cross is heavy, that name brings shame.

Just light a candle, breathe in deep,

Forget the lost—just go to sleep.

Scroll and sip, numb and sway,

There’s always grace to drift away.

Truth is harsh and hills are steep—

So hush now, darling, go back to sleep.

Conviction’s call is such a chore,

Holiness, a dated bore.

The Spirit’s groan, the trumpet’s cry—

Let someone else be that reply.

Isn’t joy just peace of mind?

Why war for souls you’ll never find?

Don’t speak of sin, don’t sound alarms,

Just keep your head inside your arms.

The wolves walk softly, dressed as kin,

Feeding flesh while starving men.

The shepherd calls—but not for you.

You’re safe and warm. What could be true?

The oil runs dry while you recline,

The bridegroom waits—but you’ve “got time.”)

No need to ache, to stand, to burn—

He’ll understand if you don’t return.

But hush, little baby, don’t resist,

Just one more nap inside the mist.

The devil smiles, his cradle rocks—

The church asleep inside a box.

And heaven weeps, and angels groan,

For sons and daughters far from home.

The King still knocks—can’t you hear?

He calls through silence thick with tears.

Awaken now, O sleeping saint!

The hour is dark, the world grows faint.

Throw off the sheets, the soft deceit,

And rise with fire upon your feet.

This isn’t peace—it’s slow decay.

Hell sings lullabies this way.

Comfort kills and truth revives—

So live, beloved.

Come alive.