Devious to devour, devises the carnal mind,

Persuasive, cunning thoughts, therein, did I find.

“Yea, hath God said…?”

Whispered that ol’ dragon in red.

Premeditating disaster, contemplating the Master,

I mused—in high hopes—facing Satan’s junction,

Where veering off the slopes of God’s Instruction.

Ascending amid turbulence, aboard a fallen flight,

I hearkened—in suspense—to that angel of ligh...