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Created ultimately for

human abode

I know all, to be,

down the road

For, I was aware of my

Lord's great grand scheme

My destiny clear, and I,

part of the big team

The universe and angels-

my comrades

Satan and his evil,

at large, in spades

Blessed with nature and

lifeforms to enhance-

Beauty and life,

but, alas!

Temporal! for, the seeds,

of mankind lay ripe

For Satan to harvest,

and blowpipe a hype

Many being God's men,

save a few, Satanic hens

Cluck-cluck! chaos,

and bloodshed reigns

They are cruel with, 

not just me

With, wildlife too, that

once, roamed free           

Marred, I am, and hurt,

I break

To wipe mankind off-

one mega-quake

I shall devour one'n'all, 

but, my Lord, permits not

Doleful, I await my end-

time; my cores rot

Armageddon-

predefined;

Within space and time,

weaved, and confined

A series of events,

and my final test

They, very well, have

commenced

From the West-

sunrise

Doomsday bagpipes-

humanity's demise

Finally, rid of despair,

and hatred

My woes, too, will end, 

and I, too, will descend