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Satan's Pillar: The Wisdom of Heresy. (Free verse) by SupremeDreamer

The mumbles of the wretched man asks "Where is my tranquil repose among the ruins of life?" "Why must it end like this?" Silence follows, quivers add emphasis as they run up his bent spine. Darkness answers. "Fool, it lies beneath you and your righteous arms, hands cupped in the manner of a beggar. The weak may never become whole. They exist merely to serve." Dispirited, the pious one erupts in tears, grimaces in fear and anger, feeling deceived. "I have lived a moral and good life, have harmed no one, obeyed the law, served my country, and never dared to question the wisdom of my superiors! I am owed a place in paradise!" Death laughs. "You had no courage, no spine, no impulse that drove you to take what was yours. You accepted the rhetoric, that you were lacking, so then you renounced your will. Life owes you nothing, and neither do I, coward." Enraged the humble peasant cried "I have resisted the temptations of the devil, and this is how you repay me?" Satan snickers. "You, a slave, were so consumed by fear and awe, that you were unwilling to comprehend fully the meaning of "Being created in his image." and rejected the glory of embracing the truth. So wither as should a servant-- may your ashes fade to dust." Whimpering, the weakling felt the cold embrace of silence and the stillness of death, accepting his chosen fate. He lay rotting, decayed, freed from purgatory, left at the gate of oblivion.

Dovina 1-Feb-05/3:07 PM
Well, for starters, try “ask” in the first line. Nothing like bad grammar to tick off satin.

The second verse (lines 2 & 3) doesn’t hold ginger ale because when a pious person comes to death, he seldom says that, but rather glorifies God.

After that dismal beginning, it improves. The statements to the dead man are poignant, if futile, since he’s dead.

Wait a minute, he’s alive again in the “dispirited” verse. You must mean in the afterlife. Whatever, that aggravates your cause, don’t you think? Presuming an afterlife?

So here is the pious man arguing, presumably with Peter or some such Golden Gate Keeper, justifying his righteous life. But then it’s Death that laughs, so the whole thing is getting ethereal and weird.

The argument continues, but it seems futile. The man is already dead and in no position to change anything.
Other than that, it’s a fine fight.

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