poet William Blake

William Blake

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To The Accuser Who Is The God Of This World

Truly My Satan thou art but a Dunce
And dost not know the Garment from the Man
Every Harlot was a Virgin once
Nor canst thou ever change Kate into Nan

Tho thou art Worship'd by the Names Divine
Of Jesus & Jehovah thou art still
The Son of Morn in weary Nights decline
The lost Travellers Dream under the Hill

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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  • Albert (11/21/2020 2:48:00 AM)

    Is he say that Jesus and the Father worship satan

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  • Ratnakar Mandlik (8/13/2016 11:35:00 PM)

    The lost travellers Dream under the hill. Outstanding and superb expression. Thanks for sharing this great poem here.

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