Will you let me have his soul,
let me crush the sun on him,
chase the light out of his eyes
and feed him to grass?
If you can change a man
even on bended, broken knee,
shift his view of the world
then you can have him.
I will corrupt and destroy him,
shake the blood out of him,
yet he will believe in something more
than his lonely ego.
I trust you will, but know this -
man is fragile, and pride gives Him
the knowledge that what He does is good
and accomplishing something.
Oh Master I know, and yet he hungrily eats
books, but does nothing, except say
he went to Yale and is better than they,
and yet we know he is wrong.
Have your way with him, but also know
that if he does not change, and is not enlightened
you will be banished even from your empire of bone,
your pit of agony.
Thanks be to God.
A contest entry
- You come across Satan and God having a conversation by trekkergirl.
400 points, ended January 20, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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interesting conversation you have here. Thanks for sharing this with us and thanks for entering it into my contest.
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Your voice is very unique and original, as was all of the imagery and metaphors you wove into this.
"let me crush the sun on him"
That was beautiful. Great job, good luck in the contest
Jeanette*~
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