The Devil may be
Sick like me
That would explain
The misery.
He was scarred, yes
Took it hard
Unleashed hell
On earth.
And then G-d said
The devil is dead
Only I exist
I paint things red.
Thank G-d that He
Isn't broken like me
Wouldn't that be
Absurd.
Copyright 2012 Liya Khenkin
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
I can't express my feelings any more
Than I can raise my voice or want to lift
My hand (oh, I can lift it when I have to).
Did ever you feel so? I hope you never.
It's got so I don't even know for sure
Whether I am glad, sorry, or anything.
There's nothing but a voice-like left inside
That seems to tell me how I ought to feel,
And would feel if I wasn't all gone wrong.
Robert Frost, Servant to Servants, excerpt
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