We Has Men Are Devils Poem by Saint Cynosure

We has men are devils,
death among ourselves.
Lovers of are persons,
haters of all else.
The skies are always raining,
the angels always cry.
GOD in all his majesty,
turns to close his eyes.
Bound by sin and wicked,
funny how we laugh.
At the end of dispensation,
all of this shall pass.
The birds sing for forgiveness,
its man that does not ask.
The willow weeps most hauntingly,
as the blows slowly pass.
We has men are devils,
death among ourselves.
We've only us for which to blame,
us and no one else...