I Am Satan

Angels in the hereafter

signaling my departure

heralding my falling

from failed architecture

Descending, drowning

in pools of cloudforms

awash in oceans

of the sky

Chastised, flying

denied ascension

drawing attention

to gaping voids

devoid of 

Why?

Prisoner of the hierarchy

damned by my heredity

my beauty is ashaming

devising divisions

and demagoguery

Thousands of ships

are sailing

at the beckoning 

of my rapture

Four horsemen 

calling for warfare

on hypocrites 

to capture

I laid with Eve

while Adam slept

upon a heather

by the tree

where I was crucified

and like you

I wept

when Jesus died

Jealousy

of my brothers

struck me down

from beside 

my father's hand

and now I roil

in decimation

hoping one day

to regain my rightful purpose

to hear his choirs sing

to sit again

in the throne

I took too long 

for granted

the one

where I belong

When these catastrophes

and apocalypses

come to pass

in the day of my demise

I will

have served his purpose

my cloak of darkness

providing striking contrast

so that his light

will not blind your eyes

I am that bastard

you revile in terror

a seven headed hydra

you seek to dismember

but am I your secret friend

the one with whom 

you conspire

to further 

your agenda

I am the pox

that fucks your pestilence

I am the one you call

to destroy 

your darkest demons

because I

am the blackest

of them all

I know their words

and ways

and can dismantle

their acrimony

faster

than the longest living saint

for I am the soil

I am the one

you shit upon

and bury 

with my corpse

I am where

your bones will sleep

and finally turn to dust

I am Satan motherfucker

the one you never trust

I am your reflection

the one who is reversed

the one you push away from

the one that you deny

victory in revelations

and your aspirations

towards the sky

from which I fell

for which I cry

and am so homesick

I wish myself to die

but I can neither 

slash my wrists

nor asphyxiate

nor overdose

but only procreate

the demons

you bring upon yourselves

I am merely

cataloguer and cartographer

of your personal hells

I am an angel

fallen from grace

like you

I revel 

in vain attempts

to retrieve and forget

I am useless

throw me down

like you

proud bastard I was

I deserve

what I beget.

Thank you for reading. I wish you peace.

All my love,

Max