A Blasphemic Authority

A Blasphemic Authority

A Poem by Leah

Is there not one offence?
That offends Satan?
Not one?
Really, is it true now?

I know of One.
I own such a One.
I give pleasure to just this...
One.

A Blasphemy,
Satan so quivers.

One Blasphemy,
Satan bows to and obeys,
Without much,
Of a measly choice.

Hence and thus,
Gradually,
We forget all too often.

Just whom,
We are really of,
And from.

Did we really perceive,
That we could offend,
That One Blasphemy,
That Satan abhors helplessly?

I do smile empathetically,
At every feeble attempt.

For Satan has countless,
Endless blashpemic ways.

But that peculiar One,
Just one.

A folklore?
A myth?
A story?
A lie?
From the Father of Lies?

Presume so.
Decide on.
Conceive soon.
Birthing forth,
Your consequence.

Full, severed,
Authorized, declared,
Property, mainly,
Solely owned, 
Established.


- Schlemiel

© 2012 Leah


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Leah
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