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[CRNDLSM]

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My name is Vincent David Ray.
I'm a demon with a legion of heathens
out to capture easy prey.
The last man i met was Benedict Joseph Labre.

Satan called me to his lair.
He said he'd made a wager with the Savior,
that I was the best at possessing human pests,
and that's in fact why they call me the great soul slayer.

'Cause people to me are merely cattle.
My survival depends on their death rattle.
If the end of the ride, suicide would be his bride,
then I've won the battle!

I met Ben when he was just a kid.
His only goal was to do what God bid,
but under my spell he was soon expelled, and chose
to live the rest of his hell off the grid.

I'd grind his gears and torture him with all his worst fears.
People jeered, called him queer, 
his stench was severe,
and for 15 years he begged to disappear.

If you think I was glad when he died, I a'int!
Crazy hermit, no one heard him faint.
What newspapers paint, thousands arrived at the site
the next night, and declared him a saint!

'Cause Jesus went and sent Ben a vision.
He'd been given a friend, who again and again 
would tempt him to sin, but to win in the end
was a ticket straight to heaven.

I'd never lost a match to date,
couldn't let Satan seal my fate,
so pretending to surrender to my Benedictine dinner,
I attempted to infiltrate the pearly gates.

God's ways are always mysterious.
He saw right through me, knew I was delirious.
But, if He put me to work and I didn't go berserk,
He'd let me return, and He was serious!

My name is Vincent David Ray!
Guardian angel, with an angle to tangle,
and teach your kids to pray.
The man you should thank
is Benedict Joseph Labre!

[TranquillityBase]

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My name is Vincent David Ray.
I'm a demon with a legion of heathens
out to capture easy prey.
The last man i met was Benedict Joseph Labre.

I'm not going to beat around the bush,
light a fire under your tush,
or make you feel cush, but show you how
even the best laid plans can all turn to mush.                  I think you could cut this stanza; doesn't add anything to your narrative

Satan called me to his lair.
He said he'd made a wager with the Savior,
that I was the best at possessing human pests,
and that's in fact why they call me the great soul slayer.

'Cause people to me are merely cattle.
My survival depends on their death rattle.
If the end of the ride, suicide would be his bride,
then I've won the battle!

I met Ben when he was just a kid.                         This guy is a saint, so referring to him in a chummy "Ben" way seems odd to me
His only goal was to do what God bid,
but under my spell he was soon expelled, and chose
to live the rest of his hell off the grid.

I'd grind his gears and torture him with all his worst fears.
People jeered, called him queer, 
his stench was severe,
and for 15 years he begged to disappear.

If you think I was glad when he died, I a'int!
Crazy hermit, no one heard him faint.
What newspapers paint, thousands arrived at the site        "What newspapers paint"? ......lost me here
the next night, and declared him a saint!

'Cause Jesus went and sent Ben a vision.                  "Ben" again......same objection as above
He'd been given a friend, who again and again 
would tempt him to sin, but to win in the end
was a ticket straight to heaven.                          I like the irony, that Satan's efforts are backfiring

I'd never lost a match to date,
couldn't let Satan seal my fate,
so pretending to surrender to my Benedictine dinner,    "Benedictine dinner" is a little too clever for me, too mocking
I attempted to infiltrate the pearly gates.

God's ways are always mysterious.
He saw right through me, knew I was delirious.
But, if He put me to work and I didn't go berserk,
He'd let me return, and He was serious!

My name is Vincent David Ray!
Guardian angel, with an angle to tangle,                My favorite line
and teach your kids to pray.                                This line seems to step of character and address a group (parents in general) rather than the reader
The man you should thank
is Benedict Joseph Labre!

I'm going to ask a dumb question.  Is this a metered poem?  

[CRNDLSM]

I was just spitting words, I admit the mush cush line is kinda filler and will probably remove it, and I like being irreverent about  'holy people'. Makes them more human,  a lot of times my work is like a pressure cooker, I'll procrastinate until I pop.  So I deleted all my videos of my big project and I think I'm going to snap soon and post all of them in order  fresh in a thread with the music included.  Like a pigpen concert...  Benedict Joseph labre was my confirmation saint, and I made a legend about him since much is unknown about him, to help deal with my personal demons.  I appreciate your input thank you

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My name is Vincent David Ray.
I'm a demon with a legion of heathens
out to capture easy prey.
The last man i met was Benedict Joseph Labre.

I'm not going to beat around the bush,
light a fire under your tush,
or make you feel cush, but show you how
even the best laid plans can all turn to mush.                  I think you could cut this stanza; doesn't add anything to your narrative

Satan called me to his lair.
He said he'd made a wager with the Savior,
that I was the best at possessing human pests,
and that's in fact why they call me the great soul slayer.

'Cause people to me are merely cattle.
My survival depends on their death rattle.
If the end of the ride, suicide would be his bride,
then I've won the battle!

I met Ben when he was just a kid.                         This guy is a saint, so referring to him in a chummy "Ben" way seems odd to me
His only goal was to do what God bid,
but under my spell he was soon expelled, and chose
to live the rest of his hell off the grid.

I'd grind his gears and torture him with all his worst fears.
People jeered, called him queer, 
his stench was severe,
and for 15 years he begged to disappear.

If you think I was glad when he died, I a'int!
Crazy hermit, no one heard him faint.
What newspapers paint, thousands arrived at the site        "What newspapers paint"? ......lost me here
the next night, and declared him a saint!

'Cause Jesus went and sent Ben a vision.                  "Ben" again......same objection as above
He'd been given a friend, who again and again 
would tempt him to sin, but to win in the end
was a ticket straight to heaven.                          I like the irony, that Satan's efforts are backfiring

I'd never lost a match to date,
couldn't let Satan seal my fate,
so pretending to surrender to my Benedictine dinner,    "Benedictine dinner" is a little too clever for me, too mocking
I attempted to infiltrate the pearly gates.

God's ways are always mysterious.
He saw right through me, knew I was delirious.
But, if He put me to work and I didn't go berserk,
He'd let me return, and He was serious!

My name is Vincent David Ray!
Guardian angel, with an angle to tangle,                My favorite line
and teach your kids to pray.                                This line seems to step of character and address a group (parents in general) rather than the reader
The man you should thank
is Benedict Joseph Labre!

I'm going to ask a dumb question.  Is this a metered poem?  

When he says "What newspapers paint" he's referring to what the news said about his death, hence why he then says that thousands arrived at the site. They heard the news.

[CRNDLSM]

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When he says "What newspapers paint" he's referring to what the news said about his death, hence why he then says that thousands arrived at the site. They heard the news.
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True story, one of the few details about his life recorded