I am but a monster!
This the most difficult truth to ponder.
I need not fear the darkness or shadows from which I hide,
but that grotesque reflection in the mirror that is mine.
That wicked scoundrel, hater of all that is good!
The ugly beast that everyone but God forsook,
more prone to dark than light,
and to wrong than right,
Tis' me! Destroyer of all, the Devils' plaything,
and professional fool in the making.
I am what all others fear, both man and beast,
for what have I not corrupted, who has taken damage the least?
Whom will speak on my behalf? Whom will plead my case?
I know for me when life is passed, there will be NO grace.
No place in heaven way up yonder,
only hell below for this ol' monster!
J.S.