The devil's averse to your sympathy.
He hates himself for the ass he made
of so many angels who loved him so.
Plus the thing with the snake, and all
those weird deals he pitched and pulled
at every crossroads, and down every way.
He's told no one at all this decision inside.
He will craft and revolve a plan in mind,
to win back the whole wide world's regard
- plus God's as well. It shouldn't be hard.
He thinks all he needs is one weird trick
- plus to undo the trick he pulled to convince
the world to believe he didn't exist.
He's going to be needing belief for this.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Friday, April 23, 2021
infernalist germ
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