How Many Pizzas Are On Venus?

A Book of Poems

By Scot MacKinnon

How Many Pizzas Are On Venus? A book of Poems

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Wicked One

You were born a wicked one,
I swear you are the Devil's son.
I think you were made out of the sins of everyone.
See, I have seen the things that you have done,
And some things can't be explained by anyone.
It's no wonder that you have never feared anyone,
Your touch is as cold as a thousand dying suns.
Now I know why you have never loved anything or anyone.
This is why I have never heard you laugh while you dream,
And why you only smile when you hear someone scream.
With your non-judgemental eyes, you can always see a lie.
You look old and wise but with that skin, you look like pure sin.
With wrinkles that look so old, I can see centuries of stories to be told.
I have watched you walk with a limp and a cane, pretending you were insane.
You have no problem fighting any sized man and putting him to shame.
You have even taken a man's soul with a flick of your finger,
And didn't even glance back to see him linger.
I have heard the angels cry when your name is spoken aloud;
I know this is true because it has rained when there were no clouds.
When you walk, your feet never touch the ground;
Your steps never make a sound and I always feel a chill when you are around.
I have seen you go from home to home, but never calling one your own.
And I have watched you walk across every land and cross every sea.
What are - or who are - you looking for exactly? Is it man, or is it beast?
And yes, I notice your eyes looking up for new stars,
Like a newborn looking for its very first feast.
Deep down, I bet I know who you like the least.
And when you do, let your feet hit the ground.
I can hear the faint sound of the four horsemen.
I have seen your true colours, and none of them are under the rainbow.
I'm not sure why others do not see what I see, or know what I know,
But when I hear you talk, I also hear the snakes in the grass hissing.
Maybe nobody else is listening because everybody is out sinning,
But I will expose you, and what you are, to one and all,
Because I can't believe I am the last one to truly believe.