Asymmetry for the Devil:
Wust God gein man tha will til choose
Free weel yis Gods weel, he maun approve
God alane yis munificent, 'at's guid news!
The Deil is nae benevolent
The Deil's obleegement 's boot ay ruse
evil, hairmful an malevolent.
Diobolus, His infernal Majesty
Loki, Lotan, Lord of Hades
Mortus, Mot, Mephistopheles'
these "Nick" names
fae the are etymologically
in practice tha same
Dae these articulate nobility?
Cal him whather ye may
but friend ye will rue a day
ye utter his rail name
a yin noo haud him at bay
weel be yer endgame
Sae thanket God, frae Dielment
an ect o haimless entertainment
tell the Diel ye hae naethin behint it!
an' whan aa is sae an' daen
Tis God ye choos'et, tha Deil loos'et!
there's naw nae ither wie roon.
I realize that this poem is pretty much a theological rant which I try to avoid and tend to abhor, but thats the way it was going and I decided to let it go that way for the sake of the direction it seemed to be taking on its own. I am having a very hard time thinking English, Writing Ulster-Scot, Rhyming aaabab and using 444242 meter at the same time
I can read the Hamley Toungue fairly well now, but can't write it fluently enough to feel proficient. Everything feels filled with grammatical errors, but having no-one who knows better to sound board for correctness the learning curve is steep.