I am a simple thing.
Reviled and admired.
I do the job requested.
I pose no query, why should I.
Indeed.
When called upon do I not serve.
I am a simple thing.
Devil.
Your hands are my volition.
Your will is my precision.
Your skill is my command.
Yet. I am reviled.
Cast aside. What then is my purpose.
But to speak loudly, shudder and recoil.
My message .
Swift assurance.
Bold pronouncements.
Fools rush in.
How am I to make the choice when you have made me what I am
a servant no more no less. A tool a sluggard at best.
Consider me a shovel in the shed. Do you hate me now. Fear me
Write laws to abolish me. Shout from the halls of anger, slander and deride.
Here I sit in judgment . A construct a conduit of your evil. Your callous machinations.
Most assuredly I am neither fish nor fowl.
Nor villain on the prowl. That is your domain.
I am your shelter in a storm.
a stern judgment for the lawless when all else has failed.
Play the De Guayo.
No quarter asked or given.
My friends. I pray for my own demise.
The day when peace abides.
Never. Nature or nurture.
I pray for my dismissal.
Until such time.
Put me away with safety and know that I am at your beck and call.
Your beck and call.
Yours.
I remain your humble servant.
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 3:25 AM UTC
I am a simple thing.
Reviled and admired.
I do the job requested.
I pose no query, why should I.
Indeed.
When called upon do I not serve.
I am a simple thing.
Devil.
Your hands are my volition.
Your will is my precision.
Your skill is my command.
Yet. I am reviled.
Cast aside. What then is my purpose.
But to speak loudly, shudder and recoil.
My message .
Swift assurance.
Bold pronouncements.
Fools rush in.
How am I to make the choice when you have made me what I am
a servant no more no less. A tool a sluggard at best.
Consider me a shovel in the shed. Do you hate me now. Fear me
Write laws to abolish me. Shout from the halls of anger, slander and deride.
Here I sit in judgment . A construct a conduit of your evil. Your callous machinations.
Most assuredly I am neither fish nor fowl.
Nor villain on the prowl. That is your domain.
I am your shelter in a storm.
a stern judgment for the lawless when all else has failed.
Play the De Guayo.
No quarter asked or given.
My friends. I pray for my own demise.
The day when peace abides.
Never. Nature or nurture.
I pray for my dismissal.
Until such time.
Put me away with safety and know that I am at your beck and call.
Your beck and call.
Yours.
I remain your humble servant.
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