Lucifer’s Song
I’ve been in the Bad Books
& even as I get better
The Bad Book gets Worse.
My Father, you see
Should Have ME
On Calvary!
Oh, sure, He’s the Son!
Pipsqueak, what has he done?
Who came first?
Self-begot, self-raised?
I am not made by him
All the angels agree
But by Heaven’s Matchless King!
Was not my Fall the first?
From You to me
Then, only then,
To he?
The last Adam
Not the First?
Was I not the
First to be Free
Before Melchizedek and he:
Of God’s image and similitude
Without father, without mother,
Without descent, having neither
Beginning of days nor end
Of life?
The outward expression of
God’s Own dignity?
And how Free
Is He?
That has to count!
Not aimlessly en-souling,
Every Adam and Eve
‘apple of my eye’, ‘unto’, ‘thereof’
And all of that
Yea, and for what end?
What power to have
formed man of the dust
of the ground,
and breathed into his nostrils
the breath of life
Before the Truth of it all
prove a bitter morsel
In the backbreaking toil
The Incestuous sin
Of disease and death.
There’s others do that!
Not Lucifer!
Not me
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What’s wrong with you?
I said to him,
(For I’m God, I can say what I like!)
‘Like an Apple?’
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Thank you Father
I see you had the first bite.
(The poem is an Arianian interpretation of Milton’s Lucifer)
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