Yet
The crow-picked sockets of rotting cherubs
Shed no tears of joy nor pain.
So they smiteth the Devil
Still
The earth's impaled with crimson steel
Ripped from sinless carcasses.
The evil one is dead and gone
Yet
The Beast has come -
The gorger on the effluent
The coprophage of human hate
And petty caprice, belching
Over Armageddon.
Men gloat over corpses
To them, fair trade for vengeful gain
The Devil may be dead and gone
But Hell and demons still remain.
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