If You Hate :The Story of Satan and His Followers.

If you Hate Me

As I rest on my seat where my servants deliver me bread and wine.

I wonder what decree I shall make if you hate me after I have shown you love.

I pondered for awhile.

I thought of all the things you'd do to me if you hate me.

You would curse me day and night with false accusations to 

cause a rebellion against me,something to cause more to hate me.

You would poison my water,and destroy my bread with your sorcery.

You would steal my fruits I have labored for and give them to the swines

so that they may rot.

You will continue with your sorcery until all I have can be destroyed in famine and strike my body with plagues.

You would curse my loved ones and kill them too.

Destroy the kingdom before me, so as to take my seat from before me that I 

may be uneased and lay on dust and ashes.

You would strip me of every right and not let me stand without your permission.

Surely you would plan to leave me desolate and forget me for all eternity without

a hope of life.

So I watched out my window the clear blue sky while on my golden seat.

I laughed and said I will lift my finger and cause these things to fall upon you.

My war begins when you hate me.

In the air will be your plagues and my plagues. 

Your hate and my hate.

You know your time is short, since you will have no more of what I gave you.

My love was your supply but it will be cut off like a river feeding many.

I laugh at the glorious day of your destruction and 

restoration of things you destroyed, you claim to laugh but it is just a mock nothing is true about you.

So if you hate me I will hate you, I will avenge my people.

I gave you food but no longer will I feed you, you will slowly die yet not without

a fight since I taught you that. 

You will tremble as you starve, you will see my strength.

For you will see that I born you and in me is food without end.

You can take my food yet i will eat. You can take my loved ones but you will

see that my strength did not come from them. You depended on numbers for your

crusade but that fails. 

You've made your own thrown resembling what you saw of mine.

But as you starve you will forget and you will not be able to keep it forever.

I blessed you and you cursed me, for that you were cursed.

You serpent you call me a serpent yet I will become a man to bruise your head

and you will become a man to strike my heel. But your poison will not be anything

I can not conquer.