Mercy For All Fausts Poem by Saiom Shriver

Mercy For All Fausts



HA HA HA said the devil
'Long ago to me you sold
your sorry soul for gold! '
But satanic vows are voided
by the Love of God.
Those made under duress
are buried beneath sod.

Sunday, April 22, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: sorry
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Perhaps freethinkers will think that theists are gullible weaklings.
I disagree.
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