God’s Smoke and Mirrors

God’s Smoke and Mirrors

I hatch from wombs of sorrow

spreading plagues of madness.

Eyes of fire.

Tongue of blasphemy.

Hands of wrath.

I am life’s mistress.

– F H Hakansson

15 thoughts on “God’s Smoke and Mirrors

  1. (Don’t you just love the ‘Random Post’ button!) 😛 Hm this is an interesting piece. Is life’s mistress supposed to be death?

    1. I’m glad you made me read this poem again. I’ll try for more like this in the future (because I like it)! And yes – you’re absolutely right. I intended the mistress to be death. Well observed! 🙂

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