Blame your Jesus for the sins on earth!
Blame him for Satan's downfall yesterday.
He painted him just like he wanted & you
Never think of asking Satan what happened
You believed a one sided story & think like
He who was accused has no pure feelings
Woe to you from the pit of hell of heaven!
I am here again to carry Adam's remains.

Why don't you pick up a name to yourself?
Why don't you listened to the sound of the
Whistling of the wind & the orgasm of thought.
What evil lies with the Devil's workshop?
Satan is not that cruel I think you should know
You are to be blamed for your misfortunes.
You are to be blamed for your own bloodless blood streaming down from the pressure of sin.

How do we just judge a story from one lips?
You called him different gullable names &
ask your children to match his head daily
You point accusation fingers on him figuratively
Your heart is fooled plastic, no story is real.
I hope this poem doesn't go against your belief
His name is not chaos but Lucifer, the morning star whose shine was envied by your Christ.
His name is Prince of light not darkness.

Maybe he was jealous of his tailored voice
Maybe he was envious of his worshippers
Those archangels that followed his lead.
I hope this poem doesn't go against your
Matthew 7:1- If it does, blame your Jesus.
I am not an atheist as you might have thought
But have you be accused &no one is there listened to your own side of the story?
Blame your Jesus for the genocide here
And ask him why he is all quiet when he
should be destroying evil that he made.

©John Chizoba Vincent