Puss looked at Lucifer, hate in her eyes
Her face was red, she no longer thought of bed.
“I don’t want sex, his words they vex
I need to see what I do next.
His death, I want. A painful death.”
And as he thought, she lost her breath.
“I hate you,” she said. “You are a fraud,
You are a liar, a sophist, Milord.”
He merely smiled, his eyes were narrowed
“Let’s talk of hate, let’s open the gates
To murder, thievery, lies and chicanery
To hypocrites, to torture, to those in My Hall”
“Why do you hate? Why the fire?
Why the desire to set my skin afire?
Is it greed that has given you this need?
Why is it that you want to see me bleed?
Is lust about sex, or money or power?
Is my religion right, or yours that will flower?”
“Have you killed in my name? I am sure you have
But look at your history, the Wars so Holy
Look at Jihaad, look at the Crusades,
Look at the people you would send to Hades?
All books preach peace, love, and The Word
But the Dove, she carries a Bloody Sword.”
“My Magic is Black, and the other is White
But, does colour matter if it carries a bite?
You say all are equal in the eyes of the Lord,
White, Black, Brown and Yellow,
And yet, “Kill them” you bellow.
“They come to Me, at the end of their life
To Hell, for torture, to be burned in my fire.
It is I who punish the evil, the wicked
It is I who chastise the liars and cheats
It is I who have to hear their sorry bleats.
Oh Puss, think of this. You cause me much sorrow
Let’s talk some more on the beautiful morrow”