Bales & Pails Of Scales Collapse Poem by John Sensele

Bales and pails of scales collapse
In disarray as they attempt to thwart
God's will to fulfill his deal in a synapse
Where the Devil's rampart

Scatters when his evil matter
In clusters bound by shackles
Alongside his puny platter
His nefarious knuckles and buckles

Wither although his evil weevil pleads for mercy
In vain as guardian angels
Mend facial palsy with ecstasy
Despatching to stale jails

Soldiers of fortune unlucky enough
To have enlisted in the Devil's army
Destined to bluff when his snuff stuff in a huff that ain't toughs
Comes unstuck at sixes and sevens in the wake of the protection bestowed on me.