O’, Created! O’, Contingent!
O’, Derived! O’, Dependent!
You who slipperily
Slink shrewdly,
Have you forgotten that which was
Foretold of old?
Has not your Day
Been foreordained?
From the beginning –
The dint of my Beloved’s Fall –
You stuck out your slithery spittle
And struck man’s step
But I swore to stomp and stamp
Your scaly scalp –
Sovereignly saving and sealing
My own
Your perverted perception is purely
Fanciful and fictive fable
All that is truthful,
Honorable,
Realistic,
Wholesome, and
Beautiful
Has long departed your defunct capacity
O’, Father of Portentous Privation,
There is no truth in you!
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You give men ‘worldly wisdom’ –
The foolhardiness of your own folly
And masquerade through
A myriad of mock-mysteries and malignance
Numerous ‘-ism’s’:
Humanism,
Progressivism,
Materialism,
Consumerism,
Secularism...
...all bear the mark of your insipid vision
But all schemes
Fall short
By virtue of their insufficiency
To truly satisfy
Yes, YOU are wholly unfulfilled and unsatisfied
Prideful pursuits perpetuate need
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By now
You should have
Predicted My Plan
From Before:
To fashion the ‘fleshies’
(as you spitefully sticker them)
with virtues that can only be found
By fire
What you meant for evil,
I, all along, meant for good
Your sin,
Suffering,
Sorrow, and
Sickness
Are my springs and sources
For instilling courage,
Confidence,
Perseverance, and
Righteousness
This tainted world,
Discolored by yourself,
Equally gives
My Own
The opportunity to have
Revealed to Them
Certain aspects and attributes
Of Myself
That would otherwise
Remain concealed
Because of your wicked work,
My Own
Have been afforded
The opportunity
To experience
My grace,
Mercy,
Forgiveness, and
Unconditional love
Had you never fallen,
O’ Morning Star,
The profundity of these powers
Would have persisted in perplexity!
Only are they now
Highlighted,
All the
Greater,
Against the
Blackened backdrop
Of your own corruption and depravity!
Inspired by C.S. Lewis' Screwtape Letters...and William Jefferson's Messages From Estillyen