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Milton didn't know what he was talking about: An After the Fall poem about Wesley

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  • Milton didn't know what he was talking about: An After the Fall poem about Wesley

    My old books were engraved
    With contorted bodies
    Sprawling in aesthetic agonies
    Naked wretches, curling flames
    The eager poking of a devil
    With a vintage toasting fork
    How quaint - and how inaccurate

    Hell is a city, but not Pandemonium
    Satan does not plot against Heaven here
    He just practises his backhand
    This place has no tragic grandeur
    Just demons repeating
    The evils of the world
    It's an LA of burning cars
    And petty jealousies

    Business continues for me
    Suits, meetings, minor power struggles
    Bad biscuits that I cannot eat
    And irritating acronyms

    I help Angel when I can
    But I find myself indifferent
    A tin man in a twilight Oz
    With a metallic taste
    In what was my mouth
    And all I can bring myself to do
    Is the ghost of duty
    An echo of the fight.


    -- Robofrakkinawesome BANNER BY FRANCY --
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