Devil Deffected. Poem by cassie wheathers

Keeper of the earth.
who can question him?
What human was there witnessing?
Was he pointed out by the fingers of astrologers
as he fell from the heavans?
Who answers to the deciever?
King and ruler only of lies...
and a sad sickened earth.
What did you say to MY keeper...?
As you spoke with him on the hill side...
And did you delight in the suffering,
he strung up and still merciful even as he thirsted.
And you with your charms and beauty
temp even me, a human, imperfect.
But i felt the feeling of a sky with out a lord dwelling in it.
And i still cry for my master through the thickness of sin.
And i cried into the lamb.
I find the path to him.
Where were you? ? ! ! Master of the earth!
How many pieces of my soul have you?
How many places have you rotted away?
But the more important question remains:
When the sky falls down on you....
how long will you last?