satan: “me miserable! which way shall i fly
infinite wrath, and infinite despair?
which way i fly is h*ll; myself am h*ll…”
in the vortex of fire i move through the countless
flock of the godforsaken ones to the stage, which
i see remains of their eyes flowing down their cheeks.
crack of their skin deafens me.
the waves of sufferings and pain are washing me.
my wail of comp*ssion drowns in the tongues of flame.
hundreds of strings tighten me –
immaculate harvester of mankind – the one to blame.
i scorn myself, contemplating what i’ve done with these
with their now, turned to none.
i’m melting with poisonous smoke
i leak – i’m squashed shriek – i’m a flow.
i am bleeding with tears of flame, going into nothing,
to return in epochs again.