@bless The Tyger by William Blake, it's a poem he made to go with his poem about The Lamb. In it he, on the surface, seems to be admiring and fearing a tiger, and respecting the one who conquers it, while also hating God for making it in the first place. Under the surface the poem is about power, rapacious power, and how any one who would conquer that power, overcome and subdue it, is someone to be admired, and that such a God that would create such a darkness in the hearts of people to begin with is a bastard, who has a lot to answer for.

By William Blake
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat.
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?