The Son Cast By The Devil In Guise Poem by Lennox Jones

There's an uneasiness that smells
The stench pervades invades every pore
Be gone this feeling I want no more
The Son cast by the Devil in guise
Why do you creep from the chinks
Seething outward whenever I think
You are a foe to come and show
Teaching by hurting not by preaching
Possessing and stressing universal flow
I look upon you one moment in disgust
Then in the next I know I must trust
A wake up call from the son of the Devil in guise
The more I resist the stench persists
To rid is to love you and touch you so
One more lesson for me to learn
Accepting your presence and throw a match
A match of love to burn you up until you go
The Son cast by the Devil in guise
Be gone in the flame of love that blows