An Epitaph
Just remember, remember, life is not a cost, only a gift
Hmm. But what is the price of your life? Hmm. The cost
Yes. Expense. Could be outgiving as well. Or too. Hmm
Life is free. Looks like. Tell me, what is free in this life?
Only one thing. One Thing. Love of God. The Loving God
Only His Love is free in our lives. But just a few people,
Just a few people want his all-pervading love. Few people
Few people. Because that doesn’t flash like a supercar
Hmm. The journey in God’s heart doesn't need a supercar
It’s free. Free eternal happiness and life. Selfish people don’t like
If you want to live after your earthly life
Then, just find God’s heart. Only Heart
Hmm
Goodbye
You’ll never meet me there. Never
My life is practical
That’s why
I am following
The
Light
Flying
In
The
Universe
The
Life
Of
Light
Thank You
My God
Ave
Satanas
In the wee hours mansions where hushed glooms sneak flesh
Flesh that gossips furtive malice in minds' natural breath
Breath that stimulates crooked cravings inside the disappearing doom
Doom slopes upon the feeling’s ending, perverted plea
Plea shades its crimson mantle around the nocturnal mind.
Mind inspired by secret wrath below a pastel skin
Skin that fleeces a monster whose faintness shams piety sin
Sin that buds in plagiarized hilarity, deriding deadly impasse
Impasse on a land of walking humans in skins yet inner evils.
Poem by N. Mugisho
People shall recall Netenyahu kids killer wanted for murder.
I can’t pay my life
No attention. How to pay attention?
A self-driven person. A narcissistic
What can I do? Can’t take care of
On my life. He is closed. A desire
I don’t know him. Maybe an alien
Stranger. My life. Different person
Driving me. I can’t control. The Will
My will. My wished life. My desire
I don’t pay with my life. Hell. Satan
Arrived. Light. Mine. Pay with life
With life. Lost. Help find. Lost love
Can’t pay attention. Dead life on
I can’t pay attention. Heavy my love
I want to switch off my second person
“You can’t,” said the second person.
I am a student. “Yes.” Said Satan.
I can’t pay my life
Paid. Said Satan
A cemetery
Pays lives
I can’t pay
My life
Paid
Love
Satan
I am
Hell
Satan GHOSTLY haunt dirty men
He looks like a GOSSAMER adviser
He is not found in GRAVE so man may rest in peace
Satan for sure loves GODFORSAKEN places
Satan followers shall have GRIEF-STRICKEN end because of loss and deprivation
GROANING is main result of opening gate for Satan to comes in and obsess
Holy Gabriel evil Michael
Pot calling kettle black
Thieves of righteousness
With demonized hands.
Holy Uriel evil Raphael
Birds of the same feather
Father condemning son
Innocent criminal criminalizing Innocent.
Holy David evil Uriah
Evil Sheba holy Bethsheba
One lost a husband the other had none
Bloody Mary turned Angel Katherina.
Holy Satan evil God.
They're always right and you're wrong always
Satan judging demons for a pie
Friend selling friends for money and unquenchable greed.
Life
Life is so fantastic, an uplifting phenomenon, a dazzling dream
Dream, why are you not a living happiness? Maybe I can’t dream
“You are dreaming.” Always. Creating my loved fate. “Then end.”
“Then end,” said Satan. Why? “Why? You don’t need to create your fate.”
But the fate is not given. Fate comes. “No. Just a stream.” Where is the free will?
Then, where is the free will? “There is no free will. Your free will is chaos.”
Really? My dear Satan, why are you saying this? Why? I want to do my best in life.
“You don’t want to do your best in your life. You are a spontaneous walker.”
Yes, the walk creates my life. I haven’t freedom, but walking is free of love.
“What love?”
You know.
“That doesn’t exist. She enjoys your suffering.”
Thank you. No more similar dreams. I just walk.
“Then walk. Life.”
I’ll do my best.
“No, you are only a walker.”
That’s why.
“Walk alone, without love.”
My way is one person. I want to go.
“Perfect,” said Satan.
I needed to be
I didn’t want anything in this life. Just kind.
“You mean kindness.” Yes. I mean it, my Satan.
“To be, to be.” There is no existence. “No being.”
Then, where is the heart? “There is no heart.”
But I needed to be. “To be.” Yes. “Drop heart.”
I can’t. I have no heart. “Why?” Dried dream.
“Understand.” Hmm. “No more walking.” No more
‘Stay alone. Don’t do anything. Your way is gone.
“Be to be”
I do.
“No, don’t do.”
“Foggy Science created you.”
Yes.
I want a mental offensive.
“Why?”
Must delete the psychological disgust from humanity.
“Forever?”
Yes.
Hail Light!
“What did you want?”
To be.
“Without?”
Foggy Science of Psychology.
If Satan had said sorry
My hunger wouldn’t haunt me daily
I’d breathe in peace
And sleep without the weight of worry.
But pride made him defiant
He traded my hope for his ego
Now I walk through life unknown
With doubt as my shadow.
If Satan had said sorry
Maybe God would still feel near
And grace wouldn’t hang from a cross
Paid in blood to drown my fear.
Now I carry the weight of a war
That I was never meant to fight
Owing a debt I didn’t incur
Chasing dawn through endless night.
That day on Earth was filled with fun,
The weather was mild and clement.
The sun beamed down with gentle grace,
Cool air had just chased off the rain.
That party brimmed with food and beer,
We drank more than we ought to drink.
There wasn’t a single sober soul,
Not even the one meant to drive.
Still, we had homes we had to reach—
He drove, though steeped in alcohol.
Then came the crash, brutal and swift—
Not even one of us survived.
The burial came sudden and prompt,
Tears streamed as grief rent through the air.
"Too young to die!" the mourners wailed,
Bodies laid stiff, devoid of soul.
Four graves gaped wide to swallow whole—
The dug-out clay their final roofs.
Left for the ants to feast upon,
Till silence hushed all mortal wails.
Then angels came before Satan,
Carefully choosing whom to claim:
Some to hellfire, some to heaven—
That's how we stopped living with men.
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I am Satan
I love. Satan. My life
The Satan. A fearful guy.
I am fearing.
From life? Asked Satan.
Just a being. They hate me
I love my enemies
I love you
Satan
How can I love?
From destroyed love
Just love
The next life
Loved you
The Satan
I
Love
You
In shadows deep, where darkness weaves its thread,
Sin's whispered lure, a path where mortals tread.
Temptation's fruit, a taste of what's denied,
It's here that Satan's cunning plans reside.
With cloven hooves and fiery eyes ablaze,
The fallen one, in wicked ways, conveys,
Deception's art, the master of the lie,
As Sin and Satan dance beneath the sky.
But Death, a specter cold, an endless night,
It waits for souls, extinguishing the light.
A consequence of choices, paths we choose,
In the cycle, Sin and Death, they're bound to fuse.
For Sin, the spark that sets temptation's fire,
Leads mortals down a treacherous desire.
In Satan's web, they find themselves entwined,
As Death awaits, its victory defined.
Yet in this tale of darkness, do not despair,
For hope can rise, dispelling all despair.
Redemption's light can break Sin's binding chain,
And from this trio's grasp, one can attain.
In life's grand tapestry of joy and strife,
We find the strength to face this endless strife.
For Sin, Satan, Death, they may persist,
But love and faith, in our hearts, exist.
In shadows deep, where darkness wanes,
Satan's end, in fiery chains.
A tale of realms in conflict vast,
Where evil's grip is fading fast.
A cosmic dance, a celestial war,
The fallen one to rise no more.
In realms unseen, a reckoning nears,
As angelic hosts dry sorrow's tears.
The serpent's coil begins to break,
The underworld, in tremors, quake.
Redemption whispers on the wind,
A finale where the lost may mend.
Through brimstone flames and ashen skies,
A phoenix from the darkness flies.
Satan's end, a chapter closed,
In cosmic script, as fate imposed.
Conversation with Satan
– Where is life? What is life? Why must we live?
– For Fate. Every life is a noble life. – Said Satan
– My life is full of suffering. Need to live it? – I asking
– There is no suffering. Do not imagine it. – Replied Satan
– Then, where is life? How can I find? I need to end. – I said
– In your way. – Answered Satan. – Follow the path. – Said dear Satan
– I need help. Please. I am suffering. A lot. My life is in ruins. Your help is off?
Please
Help
Demon
Just
Yours
Satan
Vilmos
Like currents pulsing through the veins of time/
A dance of opposites so grand, so prime/
Light and shadow, day and night,
One cannot live without the other's might/
Like a battery charged with two-fold grace/
Positive hums, negative keeps pace/
Push and pull, give and take/
A cosmic rhythm none can break/
In forces unseen, in whispers divine/
God's glow, the darkness aligns/
Not in war, but in perfect decree/
A balance ordained so life may be/
We stand at the fulcrum, swayed by tide/
Yet neither force may we deride/
For love needs loss, and joy knows pain/
Sunrise must follow night's refrain/
Electric souls, tethered tight/
Charged by struggle, bathed in light/
Each spark a lesson, each burn a brand/
Forged in contrast, we understand/
So, fear not the dark, nor curse the bright/
Both must exist to give us sight/
For without the push, without the strain/
Life stands still, a hollow plane/
Let the circuit hum, let the current fly/
Embrace the balance, question why/
In paradox we thrive, in conflict we grow/
Energy flows where wisdom knows/
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