Analysis of Love Thy Neighbor

Ol' Satan wears a grogane boot
he lives just above me
stomping about like Sasquash
from day-one, I have lived
with the rumble of his wrath
whatever happened to common courtesy?
the inability to have empathy
mirroring stupidity
what is the proper curse?
what is the improper cause?
the answer is in a blank stare
there is only hatred
poetic injustice
the epitome of deity
hovering over me like a buzzard
waiting for stillness
to perform that devious deed
his day will come
anothers dauntless act starting on day-one
a blank stare only insanity can entertain