Anthracite

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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