Wednesday, 15 November 2006

SATAN - a shape poem (unfinished)

If you
ask my name
I would say
I am
everywhere
the grass grows
the wind blows
the sun shows
the moon glows
Everyone knows

I am
a vast circle
of iniquity
expanding in every direction
concealed and congealed

*sadly, this blog format doesn't allow me to indulge in futurism. It's supposed to spell S.A.T.A.N. Sigh.

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