The Last Evil Grin - Poem by Charles Karia
I hope you won't see the grin,
The god of this world will give,
To those who faithfully serve him,
And enjoy his pleasures of flesh.
The mischievous grin will crush,
The deceived disciples to plead;
Didn't I serve well and cast spells.
Didn't I create porn films as snares,
Didn't you read what was written,
About roads narrow and broad?
And you chose my exciting goods?
Weren't you paid with flesh pork.
But I thought the book was a tale,
To scare children into submission,
I only wanted life after debts,
For which you became my saviour.
My treasures son, were ill gotten,
Given to the deserving wicked.
So my portion will be your portion,
Walk ahead and kindly turn left.
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