and man created satan
in his own image
to conceal his essence
thus having a viable
scapegoat
satan smiled and said
i’m sure glad i got those scribes
to write one true god
satan
sat beside
god
and
said
what are you waiting for
man
has demonstrated
time
and
time again
that he’s unable
to meet
the charge
you gave him
to protect
and
care for
your little cosmic
experiment
even you can see
that
from
terra-firma
to
the firmament,
it’s been polluted
some of your
most prized creations
no longer exist
are you going
to let
such a pathetic creature
destroy
the rest of
your
precious creations
come god
let’s do
that
final battle thing
i don’t mind losing
do
you
beneath
the volcanic rubble
a scroll
was found
words
from kali
great mother
goddess of war
saying
men
go forth
into battle
with such anger
that they
are
unable to see
the light
of truth
thus
they
should be
first in line
in battle
pawns
in a game
of chess
played
until the real
battle
begins
when
souls
must
touch
the hem
of
tomorrow
against
satan’s
armies
i have been wondering
when you would realize
that these chapters
have no end
for they are written
with a pen flowing
with the hatred in human blood
blood graffiti
marring the streets
of
syria
libya
israel
and
every inhabited space
on this planet
there is no
angel of death
there is no
need
for one
when men are
so true
to satanic tenets
as they
have always been
blind to the reality
that they are
satan
and
i
am merely
their excuse
and so it was
on the seventh day
of satan
it is so very simple
tell them that
their
god
has chosen you
to provide the way
to salvation
never mind
that the price has
already been paid
those with guilt
great or small
will do anything
to relieve it
even if logic
tells them the opposite
of what you are saying
just say it like
you
believe it
and
they will follow
lambs following the bell
on a road that has no end
an imaginary cobblestoned path
of lies
used to free them
of the fear of their real lives
as well as
whatever wealth they might have
leaving them destitute
and broken
along this dusty road
of faith
when souls
are parched
their thirst
can be easily
be quenched
by the devil’s chalice
of acrid faith
so that they
will forsake
the truth
and so it was
on the fifth day
of satan
your lies
are buried
in shallow graves
even the slightest breeze
of discontent
from the furies
can reveal the stained
and soiled bones
of your life
yet
you continue
to believe
that the law
does not apply to
you
as
you run
to catch
your next flight
to resolve
world issues
after a night
to be remembered
as you said
but
the joke
is on you
as divine vengenance
strips you of your arrogance
placing a wreath of serpents
upon your head
and the devil’s contract
is fulfilled
and so it was
the third day
of satan
The Erinyes (also known as Furies) were cruel earth goddesses who symbolized the divine vengeance. The Furies were created from the blood of the Titan Uranus, when his son Cronus castrated him to take revenge on the loss of his siblings. According to another legend, the Furies were the daughters of Nyx, who was the symbolization of the night and a daughter of Chaos.