Satan & Sin: A Sacred Poem

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

Trans Solar World Battery image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA

Satan & Sin

O Lord I feel your eyes upon
These bastards of sin which I spawn:
The blackened colt, mutated cub,
Who crippled stand with shaking stubs
Of misborn leg, and arms ill-sewn,
While Satan mounts his shadow-throne.

“I see you, Simon, half-aware
Of the abyss which flanks you there.
You feel the shape, a…