The Wiles of Satan: Sacred Poetry
by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole
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The Wiles of Satan
The wiles of Satan upon me leap
When in stress I am heaped,
A thousand cares oppress my brain,
Griefs which have the stronger slain,
Anger which I direct
To the God whom I suspect
Has upon me trouble poured
In a game against me scored;
In perturbation Satan thrives,
And out the quiet God-sen…