Stare (an acrostic poem)

Satan couldn’t tear his eyes from the sight as humanity struggled to stand

The fallen angel laughed with contempt, God’s image indeed

All they were was an afterthought of creation

Raised to shove home the lack of free will into the faces of the angelic hosts

Even now he hated that fact because that meant he was created to fail and fall

 

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