The Devil's Words Poem by William Steelspeare

Fathers, bring forth your crop that it may turn to rot, Mothers, bring forth your children that they may turn toward naught, Peacekeepers, bring forth your prisoners that they may be set free: for all of this is my decree, Sun, bring forth your light, moon, bring forth your night that the Sun may feel your blight and you may smite its light, all this the devil decrees, that the Earth may be brought to its knees.