Once crisp and smooth now bent and bruised the mind
Afflicted ill will flutter, ebb and fall
To lie aground with beasts and forced to crawl
By fates unreasoned, foreign to mankind.
They beg of mysteries left undefined
By Freud and Jung and others not so tall
As they. Indeed, when fates are questioned, all
May fall for logic strained, as we are blind.
Both God and Demons concealed, man must make
His path. Screwtape is hunched upon my stern
And malice licks my ear to set ablaze
Most tender thoughts. He's known to take and break
His fast on souls whose minds he first did turn.
Embrace one thought; now watch this Demon craze!
Michael Justin Richard
