The devil a master
at quoting scripture
suited to his purpose
Words conscripted most Divine
to dance
around his fire
Forked tongue in hand
he reprimands
with passages inflamed
To burn the lives
and damn the souls
— of those his farce conspires
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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