The Promises of Satan
©09-17-2020, Olan L. Smith
The Liar tells a crooked tale to condemn once solid hearts,
His sheep discern It not, and follow through the gates of Hell;
No one will retrieve their soul, they love the Deceiver, now.
Truth came once before, this would be the end
For Love warned them to repent, but they know
Not the song, they follow the Fool instead.
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
