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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Wants / Needs (an acrostic poem)

With everything arrayed in front of him

Albert just couldn’t make up his mind

Nothing there would satisfy his itch

Then again, it could be he desired it all.  If only…

Sighing he just sat there

 

Neville grinned at Albert’s quandary

Everything was going according to plan

Even if Albert made a decision, he would regret it

Doubt was all Neville desired.  His job here was done.

Satan will enjoy this soul!

 

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