The Devil Details Poem by Pius Didier

The devil's is a dogmatic epoch,
His deprived ways ain't analgesic,
And his days are a defined epic, he
Disunites,
Incapacitates
And divides,
The evading reason behind our havoc,
Creating an awful lot of junk,
To ground atrocious events in the attic,
For the details of the devil are demonic.
The devil is an approved liar,
And we are too big for him,
His destiny is defined by fire,
Each time he bows to retrench,
And wakes of an erroneous directive, to
Steal,
Destroy
And kill.
Every day he remains a mighty imbecile,
To tell of his illusory tales.
The devil is a fictitious agent,
He captures the wind and mind,
For his details are dispensable,
When arraigned and feel demented,
Dare deny he wears a weary look, to
Tear,
Torment
And discern spirits,
That consistently induces incendiary,
When they perish we plant an obelisk.
The devil's is a vague way,
Wide,
Attractive
And persuasive,
Whose terminus are petrified,
He kips red shawl on his neck,
To evoke the mind of a believer,
For the devil details are mysterious.