Apocrypha: From Lucifer (Prince & Ruler Of The Underworld & Hell & Other Hot Places)(Parody / Satire) Poem by Gert Strydom

(with apology to and in answer to Stephan Bouwer)

My best friend Stephan,
the Lord God omnipotent & omniscient & omnipresent
did bring your message
with the light of a hellish thunderbolt here below to me,
so that my ears are still ringing from that lightning-strike
as I was time after time hit by it
over your Epistle re: June M.

She was not received in the better resorts but are down here in hell
& are tortured constantly to convert her from bad men & liquor
& to learn her to socialize less
& to care about the oppressed, the downtrodden et cetera
& to give & not just to hold parties
& no whores & murderers but those that truly do come to conversion
are up there where vicious cherubs as fierce unconquerable knights
do constantly throw a wall against my hordes & do cut them with flaming swords
into pieces & then send them back to me during earthquakes
& I have learned from your script
that she does choose the company & participation of murderers & whores & thieves
& I will immediately fulfil these wishes of yours
& add insane people as well to her company
& all of them will be women as she does turn men around her finger
& since we have no lions & lambs down here
I will include for her enjoyment the hellhound & vampire & werewolf
& tikoloshe.

As far as her spirituality and spirit of mind does go literally hundreds of evil spirits
have entered & exited her & she does well with the fire-dance,
to jump from one hot place to another constantly,
in the circle-dance on coals that do glow at a heat that puts melting-ovens to shame
& with the torturing she does constantly call out your name,
can already like a dragon blow out fire with the heated coals of curses

but where up to now she had barely been fried,
she will now miss the medium fires
as your interaction with me, did bring me pain from better resorts
& now I will send her straight to hell-hot
& I have learnt that maybe you will one of the coming days
be singing down here along with her
in a choir that like I do despise, do laugh off and mock the Lord God
& I cannot wait to welcome you down here,
to receive you with the same hospitality as June M.
& from her cries I take it that she is longing for you.

From your friend in hell

Lucifer as Upper: Satan & Demon & Snake & Dragon et cetera

[Reference:"Epistel i/s J.M." (Epistle re: J. M.)by Stephan Bouwer.]