You think it from God?

Deep inside his fiery well,
Past Acheron and Styx, into hell,
Where the bitter wind blows to no end,
Over Cocytus and all those who are damned,
There is heard his beating wings,
Six in all, the most grotesque of things,
Louder than all the cries of the souls,
Screaming in anguish from their blazing holes,
Their final punishment does not differ,
To rot in hell, next to Lucifer
Long ago, it was here he was cast,
Along with his demons, once angels past,
Anger and hatred growing each day,
Bitter towards God, and those of his way
And then came us, woman and man,
And the Devil contrived a deceptive plan,
A cause for wars, famine and plague,
Bloodshed, disease, and riches to rags,
A way to tarnish God’s perfect Earth,
Inherent in man from his very birth,
Because man cannot stand being alone,
To seek out another is what he is prone,
A folly to think it from above,
That which we unknowingly call love
For it is only a guise, a cause of much woe,
A ploy to undo us, from Satan below.