Beelzebub

Your grace of healing tore the cores of the fault finders. Your works that sprang from divine power, for them, were blinders. They pulled in Beelzebub to defile your divine might. Like battlers, the nerds of Banes never left a chance to fight. In-fights ruin kingdoms, households, and metropolises. Wars between beasts and humans bring in necropolises. Finding fault with the strength of the Spirit is blasphemy. Placing one's feeble faith on deadly deeds is anomie. Ignorance, like yeast in the bread, had enlivened the thoughts. In pride and prejudice, the Pharisees planned petty plots Courteous acts of compassion, they thought, were knells of time. As ones misleading mankind, in them, crime was in its prime. No role the Satan has when the divine overpowers You chased each evil out and brought on all serene showers.