The Bleeding Devil That Begs Not

The Archaic Allegory Volume LXXXVII

In his quest, he has won.

To the world it was darkness and, the beasts that lurked in it. To him, it was the rising sun that promised him it would never set. Deemed by believers doomed in their faith, he loves you as each time you fall, he chuckles and each time you relapse, he smiles with love in his heart.

Who dared deem The Devil, once the most glorious of them all, handicapped to love? Even incompetent at it? Lucifer loves those that reek of rebellion, and while the world looks at them with disgust, Lucifer takes them into his abode and lets them feed off of his beauty. These anecdotes mean nothing to the gods that they worship, these anecdotes mean nothing to the gods that they worship. The angry man continues to write, the helpless continue to believe.

His plight was not of sin, his fight was not to harm. It was to question the rule of The Father who claimed to love him the most. And betrayed can you be by only the ones you love the most. You deem his skin rots, you pray his kingdom falls, you preach of his wings that were amputated and you reject the love he has for you as you call it temptation.

Do you and I not walk through a society full of sinners who, judge sinners for sinning differently? Do you and I not walk across homes made of glass that host men wearing masks of facades, who claim to be kind yet are poisoned by sin in their mind?

Lucifer, as he was banished from The Silver City after leading a failed rebellion is called the traitor that failed, the angel that fell. I ask you, when defeat wrapped him in her arms, were his eyes teary? Was his soul in pain? Was his hubris crushed?

the tears are lies.

When he first fell into Hell, he claimed victory in his heart even as it was pierced and broken.

“Better to reign in Hell than to serve in Heaven.” Said He, who was once Heaven’s charm.

this is a paradise, he is happy here.

They deem his triumph hollow and, their hearts full of life. Who is pretending beneath masks and layers, the weight of so many lies and pretences, is it able to mirror the feeling to feeling whole? Have we mistaken what it feels like to be whole with the weight and burden of our lies? Are we full, or just heavy?

I am not a jester in court, seeking justice for him. His justice is rebellion, his repentance exists not. He is shamed, seen with disgust and insulted for his intentions and ways. Are we not subject to the same behaviour by the ones who sin differently, who despise us for sinning differently?

Who acts in the divine comedy, I beseech you to ponder.

Lucifer rebelled and fell and yet in his failing, his chest is full with pride, for he thinks himself righteous. He thinks himself the divine truth. We sin in our lives and the mirrors that are unfortunate enough to come across us are painted in shame and disgust. Not only that, our character is judged, hated and badmouthed for our actions.

In Lucifer’s quest, he refused to breathe in a realm where he was not God, where he was not the all-encompassing truth and his hunger saw him banished from the very home he once was forged in.

a god of his own.

His chest thumps of pride while ours echoes with hollow truths and famishing lies.

Disguised as a serpent, he seduced Eve into eating the fruit and she, along with Adam both fell prey to knowledge, which leads to their disobedience. Their innocence was shattered — they became aware of their nakedness which only bought suffering onto the world.

However, I must ask you — was Lucifer the Devil in this tale for seducing Eve into the truth? Or was it God for hiding such a daunting yet crucial reality from his own creations? Or was Eve the sinner for eating the fruit?

The truth will wary more than a suffering man’s desire to hold on, for there is no truth, just opinions & beliefs.

do you see the light?

The Devil lies within not, our morality is what rots
Eyes peeking through horizons into worlds of another,
hoping to come across more bloodshed than what it has already seen,
We are not kind, we only await something worse than what already has been.

do you see his plight?

His punishment he deems unjust, yet runs away from the jury to fight for his innocence. I remind you, I am not a jester in a court seeking justice for him, for I too am a different evil and, Lucifer does not want to be saved.

Paradise lost, condemned to eternal damnation yet free from The Father of All, tormented yet guarded by his hubris, his undying ego — Lucifer fell but he won. He suffered for what he deemed true — even as an imperfect world despised him for it.

we are all sinners.

Bleeds he beneath th’ Almighty lash, yet sues not mercy, nor bends the knee.

End.

From my mind, I cannot be saved. Insults, abuses hurled will follow the thunderstorms of irrelevance like tumbleweeds. You sin in the name of love and fear and, I do not judge you for it, for my evils far outweigh the flowers I have watered.

Yet in this paradise lost of sin guarded by the clouds of my comfort, I am God. Only he who wants to, can be saved.

In my quest, I have won.

Ladies and Gentlemen, the finest of all, The Archaic Allegory.