The Deceiver Poem by George Murdock

When can the world rest from war, disease and poverty?
Why does the one god of all choose certain people
To heap calamity on them?
Raise some up above all to be his captains
arm them to kill those he hates
What manner of God would make night and day
battle for the shadows?
Hide his face in the bosom of nature so that none
may see him, yet charge them with his presence
Command them to sacrifice blood
to kill his enemies
be pleased by the odor of burning flesh
Surely this is not the God of Abraham
but the devil himself.