He said he was an angel
As he sat to take my hand
And slowly we descended
To hell as he had planned
We walked through the gardens
Of the actions I had taken
Watched my life crumble away
No truths could be mistaken
He stopped to ponder what I’d done
As I kept on my way
Then tried to halt me in my path
But neither could I stay
“I’m no angel” he said at last
“I’m the tempter of mankind
I bolden deeply all their sin
And quiet down their mind”
“So why before me do I see
No malice in these deeds
No reason I can grasp from sin
No passion, zeal or creeds?”
I walked awhile, stayed the course
Contemplating past
And underneath those beaming eyes
I was forced to talk at last
“There’s no reason I can give
Other than, that I did.
So many things without a thought
A pattern which I lived”
He shuddered then, as if afraid
And let go of my hand
There’s nothing gods fear worse from men
Then hollow acts and ends
About the Creator
Vicious Avarice
The ramblings of a man obsessed with fate. Poetry, quotes, and inspiration. I am a published author who rides the beast of imagination. A storyteller. Check out my children’s book “The Christmas Monster” on Amazon or wherever books are sold
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