Sonnet: 'Tis Satan ‘s Work

My worries continue unabated;
They level charges falsely on me often;
My life's voyage on land is uncharted;
My problems seem not to ever soften.

This is the work of Lucifer et all;
He wants my life's harmony to disturb;
Impatiently, he waits to see me fall;
With God beside, He cannot me perturb;

My problems are Satan in origin;
I know the wily Evil One too well;
He lures me hard to commit mortal sin;
The punishment of which is only Hell.

Begone Satan, Thou Liar of all times!
My woes can't hurt me when embalmed by Rhymes.

poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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