What tragedy of Man!
Yet, I dare not stain The Lord's name,
Only the Devil can tell how blasphemous Man's blasphemy be.
How evil the most evil one;
Devil, does My Lord smile at your suggestion?
Do both the Good and Evil glee at the sorrow Man kneels in fear to?
Then both God and Angel watch us sin,
With only the dead words and Frankenstein meanings,
Let us fallen ones spout blasphemy at their trickery,
For we cowards fear what Gods can do, and what They makes us do.
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No one Gives a Damn
PoetryPoems I have written about feelings and things no one probably gives a damn about. I'm on Facebook as The Writer. (Nevermind, no one gives a damn anyway)
