Devilish Little Riddles

My God knows ferocity

so well it’s a generosity

for those an animosity

I’ve forgiven but falsely.


With me in my secrets

I have hate and I keep it

down in dirt I equipped

soil an Eden blood drips.


Cries my God he hears

them I’ve left in my wake.

Release he begs me for at

night my confession take.


I’m but a skeleton brittle

brought life it means little

as the devil plays a fiddle

so life in a mind is riddle.


My form is but of another

I’m asked to call brother

who birthed from mother

is given a mind no others.


Talk does your God to you?

See pain daily I’m through

with kind words to soothe.

See I those kind so abused.

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