Poem 653








I used to be
a God-fearing man.
When shit
went down though..
why did He
not strike me down
right there and then?

Where was
the rolling thunder
and chain lightning?
Where was
the righteous fury
meant to smite me?

He only gave me
His cold shoulder..
Very well.
There’s always
fiery warmth
to find instead..
in Satan.

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