To Satan Poem by P A NAZAR

'To Satan
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By
P. A. Nazar




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Hello sir,
Didn't you
Once
Take a syringe
And injected into
Veins
Your own blood
And infested livers
And spleens?

Soon innocence
Was butchered
Guitars shuddered
Voice fluttered
Fluids spluttered.

Then came fire balls
Eyes were gouged.
Lullabies muffled
With snow white
Coffin cloths
Little lips
Fumbled for
Blood smeared
nipples.
Rotten flesh
Oozed apart from skeletons
In mass graves.
Vultures
Sat upon
Smelly bellies
While
Empty platters
filled with saltless tears
Tumbled from
Trembling hands.

Sir,
Isn't it your creation?
Or
Aren't you in
hallucination?

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P. A. Nazar
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