Pestilence rains from the sky and swells from cracks
with curses of uselessness thrown in any direction
and it’s hilarious
a man fights another man for glory but no care at all
with wailing women and crying brats bathed in their blood
and it’s satisfying
sickness and floods gobble at humanity like a famished wolf
with a net i catch the wretched souls as their light dies
and it’s easy pickings
it is with great amusement and bewilderment i thank you
for without your belief and devotion i would not be the Devil
and God would not have made me, or the darkness
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Isaiah 45:7
I form the light and create darkness, I bring prosperity and create disaster; I, the LORD, do all these things.
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