The Devil's Angst Poem by Noah Collins

The Devil's Angst



Delve down into the black, churning,
abyss of Satan, his hunger yearning.
This Mourning Star, his desire for pain,
his call to all, will all be in vain.
Once an angel, cast out to a demon,
Imagine what it's could be like to be him...

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