posted on Dec, 5 2013 @ 03:05 AM
Satan sat by a sulphur spring
In Hell, and that infernal king
Gave thought to man, whose constant whoring,
Vice and greed was getting boring.
At last with fiery fierceness he cries:
"I'm tired of being the Lord of Flies!
Human sin yields nothing new;
I need something else to do."
"God sent me here, for craving power.
'Twas fun at first; now every hour
Crawls along, and new temptations
Fail to give me liberation."
So he mused, that evil wight,
Upon his stupefying plight.
How could he find a new release,
To give his demonic heart some peace?
Then he hit upon a plan:
Pleasing him much better than
The endless days of souls in torment
And agony could ever forment!
"Why, I'll just play a little game
With Man, and his eternal shame
Will turn from avarice and pleasure
To more graceful forms of leisure."
(Maybe I could go on with that later, but my head hurts...)