Cast out from heaven
hardly, I think
of man's creation
you surely do stink
not from the mind
or eye's of the god's
but scapegoat for humans
and unable to define
their cruelty tho unkind
Devil, my sympathy
you have-
greatness, you have not
but man's garbage
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I would like to translate this poem
Reverend Doom you have a follower! ! ! Say haleluya brothers & sisters...!