<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=463010" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Offsprings Of Adam And Satan - (SATAN)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Satan's Son</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O issue of Adam! Believe me, <br>No doubt I'm thy true friend, <br>No more I will deceive thee, <br>Let's discuss where time we spend, <br>But, talk me not about before Adam to bend, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou have brain, apply thy mind, <br>Fire goes up and clay falls down, <br>To bow Adam was not the sense of behind, <br>My father showed the wise of his crown, <br>But, none could make him out, so he did drown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come! The ways of pleasure I show thee, <br>That is based on thy own desire, <br>And never goes back the source of glee, <br>Of thy character they all'll admire, <br>Fulfill thy desire untill thou wrapped in white attire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have might to run with thy blood, <br>And thy heart is abode of mine, <br>Where I bring lust, vulgars's flood, <br>That bestows thee power and make thee shine, <br>Kill a fly on Satan's name, the world will be thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You know well, those who much pray, <br>Always seen in miserable plight, <br>Fear to enjoy sin, they are astray, <br>And claim God sees even in dark night, <br>If God has all, why He deprives them of delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mohammad+Muzzammil">Mohammad Muzzammil</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=463010" data-title="Offsprings Of Adam And Satan - (SATAN) de Mohammad Muzzammil" data-description="Satan's Son O issue of Adam! Believe me, No doubt I'm thy true friend, No more I will deceive thee, Let's discuss where time we spend, But, talk me not about before Adam to bend, Thou have brain, apply thy mind, Fire goes up and clay falls..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black