Ode To Satan

[Exther]

Dear Satan,

 

Six thousand years old, and going strong, say the chilling stories about you,

Still dragging your scrawny body down the hills and valleys of Planet Blue?  

To the wise and thinking of my world you exist only in the imaginer’s mind;

It hurts wisdom to believe you’re a reality; yet your story hooks me and my kind.

 

But let’s just say,

 

That everything ever told about you is true, and you do exist, let’s presume;

That you once were and forever will be, until you meet your imminent doom.

Like half the world believes, let me do too, that you are man’s worst enemy

Still, I can’t resist the pull to engage you, even though they say its blasphemy.

 

I’m humbled by your knowledge of this world, jaw-dropped by your modesty,

I am impressed by the just nature you have displayed on the Knowledge Tree,

In a first of its kind act, you valiantly fought to defend the right to information,

The Garden of Eden, your debut game field, Adam and Eve, your first faction.

 

I am thrilled by the courageous approach you took to invalidate with proof,

Gawd’s first words to the first man ever, even before his creatures began to move.

It’s a pity Gawd lied to his only children; said, they’d surely die of eating the fruit,

It is unfathomable that it is not Gawd but the devil who told nature’s First Truth!

 

I am so touched by your fatherly love you showed to your enemy’s first children;

Held them to your bosom when the cruel Gawd of Bye-Bull threw them out of Eden.

Their first steps into the big world outside, our first parents forcibly took with you,

Their progeny and you, in company of each of other, like rivaling siblings you grew.

 

Rape and genocide; disease, deceit and destruction, Gawd is justified in them all;

But deplorable was your act of truthfulness that he deems devised man’s fall.

Never mind you acted in broad daylight, under the Omni-(im)Potent’s full control;

No, he is not accountable for his acts although he played the most prominent role.

 

My beloved Satan,

 

You are a nincompoop to emulate Gawd; for taking for granted, you’d be forgiven;

You should’ve known your Gawd better than that, you were his darling in heaven.

Gawd’s cruelty to humans is justified as we are lowly beings created to be his game,

No human protects another from his bashing, the act of humanism is an act of shame!

 

Your bold disposition to question Gawd’s actions emboldens me to ask you my own;

I represent my entire race in doing this, remember, all these aren’t my doubts alone.

Armored with logic, with enough courage summoned, wasting not a moment in vain,

I gear up to quiz you and face the consequences of my audacity to use my large brain.

 

Who in the world are you, tell me your name, your purpose and how do you look?

What is your original form and do you see you are not there explicitly in the Book?

Woeful titles are all you have and not a single given name that you are mentioned by,

Now, please, can the real Satan, courteously step forward unless he’s just a big fat lie?

 

What name boosts your ego, Satan, is it Leviathan, Belial or Apollyon or just Lucifer?

You’ve a choice between Beelzebub, and Baal, and Abaddon, or simply the Deceiver

How about addressing you as the Lawless one? Or one of the many synonyms for evil?

I’d be a liar to call you the Liar, as they commonly do to the teller of truth, primeval.

 

Where are you in the Bye-Bull, or secular history? Or atleast in Earth diggings?

Gawd forgot you in Moses’ Law, and even in the Hebrew nation’s beginnings!

You attract the attention of youth but failed to do so the Epistle writers’ attention

See, you lack sound evidence for your existence, I wonder, do you even function?

 

Unhappy with the names mankind gave you? Look at these attributed appearances!

A talking snake, a deranged pig, a tempting spirit, and a synonym for all grievances.

You are epilepsy and psychosis, you fashioned tattoos and the spoilt kid’s mohawk;

Doyen of the LGBT movement, you have composed all of heavy metal and rock.

 

How about these 21st Century tasks attributed to you, unlike anything found before?

The geek behind stem cell and space research, you are also the inventor of porn.

You officiate all pagan rituals, you tutor drug abuse and doctor abortion,  

You direct Hollywood, and that ain’t all; you even scripted the Theory of Evolution.

 

You evolved like all else that ever was, in our ever-evolving-expanding universe 

From an adored angel to a talking reptile to a full grown mammal with a curse!

(Mindless crimes to nerdy research, you are now an Angel of Light to edify man)

You created doubt in him set him on fire, since he arrived in Century Twenty One,

You not only led him to the lack of evidence, you even drove him to apply reason.

 

Unbelievable, but is it true that all you give is torture to those that engage with you?

You realize the flak surrounding you, don’t you? And yet your followers, you spew?  

Mormons, Scientologists, politicians, celebrities, and all the pagans that fly high,

You bless them in this life to rack them later, simply because they gave you a try?

 

I can’t resist the temptation to dig deeper into the oh-so-publicized cosmic battle - 

A drama awaited for eons as demonstrated from the pulpits by the religious rattle.

Why is Gawd after your blood when he ought to be grateful for your cooperation?

After all, isn’t heaven thickly populated only due to your benevolent intervention?

 

So, what’s your role in the melodrama of redemption, and that’s my last question.

Are you with God’s secret services, set yourself up for an everlasting proscription?

If that is true, Satan, your sacrifice is more real and the Jeez-us one was made up

And if YOU were real, it would’ve saved millions from history’s darkest coverup!