Junior Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

Junior



it speaks through the bbc
satan plots at the speed of c
so much knowledge to steal
so much death to deal
but soon to make a mistake
too many variables at stake
and every single day
its power ebbs away
how long can the antichrist hide
with his demons in darkness bide
then appearing out of the blue
seemingly right on queue
everything it does despise
light from a new son rise

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