From my book:  “Poems for the Spiritual Lost and Found.”

If I was Sovereign The Creator would bow!
My name, the creation would chant .
My decrees all would follow, here and now!
If not they’d better recant.
Cast down to earth?
feel the wrath of my thorn!
I’ll make man curse his birth.
And his heart so forlorn.
I will deceive then accuse.
Take the throne as King.
His grace they’ll abuse.
To me, will His Angels sing.
I’ll lure her in with the apple of desire
The man will follow her ever request.
Their lust will burn like fire.
mere pawns of my conquest