YOUR DEVIL's SERMON
the wounded...displaced:
flies feeding on skins of men
carry food to baby flies,
aren't wars encouraging,
nourishing the food chains
of predators,
of the wild and the human,
or the human wild
or the wild human?
THE DEVIL's STORM
there is a storm coming
to fulfill your desires,
dark clouds are innocent-
they inhabit your dreams,
make you powerful
smogs amidst.
unleash your hyenas
into the world of lions,
pray for the storm
for the storm shall
be your sole savior!
MY GOD's SERMON
Aren't you tired
Of being sad?
The comets have fallen,
Wish for a miracle...
Ah! Miracles are not untrue...
They wait for you
To believe in them
For they are born
From the faith within you.
And you...
You die a sloth's death
Every day, fighting
Against the hyenas
You have unleashed
Into the world around you!
MY GOD's LIGHTNING
Carricature!
Yes, You...
You pray to the dark storm,
Submit in fear
For the Evil has injected
Fright into your life,
But have you not witnessed
The lines of fate
That crack open the storm?
Like bright swords in the skies
Annihilating the greyish airs
Like an avatar of Franklin's kite!
