Lamm Unter den Wölfen

I am Cast Out
A lamb
Sent into your company of wolves

In your pride
Self assured by the love of your God
You call me Lucifer
Immune to the humour in this

You forget yourself
Am I Leviathan
That you would envy me so
Chiding me for my wants

No

Call me Asmodeus
For do I not desire
Lust as Beelzebub
With greed for all before me

Satanic am I

Indeed
I am quick to anger
As is your God

Should I call you Belphegor

For are you not grown slothful
Resting on the crutch that is religion

This humanist before you

I call you Mammon

For whilst you talk of Gods gift

Free will

You know that I have it

Whilst you

Poor devolved humanity

Ha!

You rot

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