Satan At Work Poem by Paul Sebastian
Satan At Work
Brood of vipers of Evil
Dungeon-nursed to be cruel
To lust after women's skin
Like it is duty-bound thing
Your eyes burn hell's fire
Sex is all you desire
Your stoned heart is thwarted
Your soul is worms infested
Why do such brutes live?
Born to others' grief!
Beast-like men
From Hell sent!
Satan is at work, overtime
To steal, kill and destroy mankind!
16.5.2017
Copyright Paul Sebastian 2017
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