For whom do we blame when we finally admit that the Devil is dead

and that God stopped caring after all.

There is no fire laden pit in which the cackle of a billion tortured lives

are heard screaming in agony and the taste of lingering sulphur

is a dietary supplement in which

to atone for the lack of space provided by a misdirected deed,

the ramblings of a sad lonely woman or the heresy of the scheming miser.

The Devil is dead…

he died a brutal death, in agony and with his forked tongue

cursing all those that stood by as God finally placed a rusty blade

into his back and laughed manically and urged all to bear witness.

“You are saved” She whispered as black clouds gathered to mourn.

No bystander bore witness, no one saw a thing and was prepared to swear ranging oaths

on the black Bible put towards them.

“That wasn’t the Devil, just some Angel in disguise, for how can the Devil be dead,

when we know the world is still full of people driven to insane actions,

for surely they are not to blame, The Devil made them commit such acts.”

God knows what She had done and rued the day She slew The Devil,

for She found out that day just what a rotten bunch of liars, thieves,

crooks, cheats, soulless creeps

and evil spirits humanity was. She turned her back upon us all

and allowed us to sit forever in Hell on Earth.

 

Ian D. Hall 2014.