To The Accuser Who Is The God Of This World Poem by William Blake
To The Accuser Who Is The God Of This World
Truly My Satan thou art but a Dunce
And dost not know the Garment from the Man
Every Harlot was a Virgin once
Nor canst thou ever change Kate into Nan
Tho thou art Worship'd by the Names Divine
Of Jesus & Jehovah thou art still
The Son of Morn in weary Nights decline
The lost Travellers Dream under the Hill
The lost travellers Dream under the hill. Outstanding and superb expression. Thanks for sharing this great poem here.
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Is he say that Jesus and the Father worship satan