Wails Of Satan Poem by Sajid Merchant

Every time the man prostrates
The satan wails for the fear of losing hails
his men aplenty, freeing from the thrall
causing him to further fall.

O satan wail that I wouldn't fail,
to your enticement and anger.
I will still bow, to your ouster,
to the omnipotent creator of creation.

Your roots planted in me shall never bloom,
I will never fill from the grain of your field.
my sustainer is the king of eden
for whose union I wait, like a dry field for rain.