“The Mystery of Iniquity”
This tale looms large, that Lucifer conceived
His God was like himself, a sort of twin,
An elder one, a massive tree that leaved
And fruited long before the swell of sin
Began to bud inside the angel’s brain,
An aching more akin to thorn than flower
Though he imagined fragrance, not a stain.
The story loses all its mythic power
As soon as normal thinking is applied,
Though. What archangel would be such a twit?
If, standing by Jehovah’s throne, beside
Great Christ, would you be enough of a tit
To think for a moment that Satan , he,
Could trounce Almighty God? Stoooopidity.