Hunger Pains

Eternally Yours

O Lucifer, Deceiver, what a great serpent thou art!
Father of nothing, thou art consumed
By a private grief thou alone can know.
Always hungry, never sated,
Too full of thyself to speak —
Thou canst not share thy sorrow,
Thou canst not ask for love.

O Jacob, O Israel, be not so quick to meat!
Thou might love thyself to death.


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  • Hatred and vengeance, my eternal portion,
    Scarce can endure delay of execution,
    Wait, with impatient readiness, to seize my
    Soul in a moment.

    Damned below Judas: more abhorred than he was,
    Who for a few pence sold his holy master.
    Twice betrayed, Jesus me, the last delinquent,
    Deems the profanest.

    Man disavows, and Deity disowns me:
    Hell might afford my miseries a shelter;
    Therefore hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all
    Bolted against me.
    Hard lot! encompassed with a thousand dangers;

    Weary, faint, trembling with a thousand terrors,
    I’m called, if vanquished, to receive a sentence
    Worse than Abiram’s.

    Him the vindictive rod of angry justice
    Sent quick and howling to the centre headlong;
    I, fed with judgment, in a fleshly tomb, am
    Buried above ground.

    –William Cowper

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