Satanology 9 Satan and Things
Blood Satan likes but on this no blame:
Lord God and Christ do too: Preferred flame
Then, wickedly, goes for Goring Horns,
His own copy of Christ’s Crowning Thorns:
The Horns not for self-caricature,
Rather for use after your capture
To make things never look the same,
Though in your mirrors old selves remain
When its darkness smile in his lips plays,
Promptly vanishing with The Sun’s Rays
Real big irony, for Morning Light;
Had Light simply lost after The Fight
Never did say he had abhorred Incense
But cleansing hyssop’s thinks plain nonsense
Not possible smiling at A Cross
Each time he sees one, counted a loss…
For see-through garments and the tightest,
Lots baring with move, of the slightest.
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