Mad Hatter Poem by Yuki Cross

Does it really matter? Gender, Race, Class? Preconceptions... Morals... what's the fun in being tied down by things like that?

Long ago, in a city near the dead sea... I performed an experiment... to show just how meaningless those are.

Destruction

The sweet liquor named original sin, banned by God.

The gate of pleasure, an invitation to the Bacchanals.

Weak humans, tempted into darkness to live according to their own desires. Once freed from their chain of constraint, what will the measly Humans do...? (Is he talking about the capital of corruption, Sodom and Gomorrah?)

Women with women, men with men, parents with children, brothers with sister. Men with other men's wives, men with animals. Mixing together, stealing, killing. Living their own desires. Until you get bored, until you are nothing but white bone, just ripping each other apart.

And then caught by God's anger, the city was burned to the ground by sulfer and flames from the heavans. Thanks to those deeds, my infamous name was heard loud and clear in both Heaven and Earth, and I succeeded once again in leaving an abominable stain on Assiah, God's Land.

Who am I who caused such well know destruction?

I am one of the Seven Satans...
The Demon Lord's right hand man...

BELIAL.

But hush.

I am simply a MAD HATTER.

The only one allowed to call me by my true name is Lord Lucifer.



The butterflies? hmm I supose I can tell you.

'Since Ancient times... Butterflies have been seen as incarnations of proud souls, whose beautiful forms tempt those who see them. And whose poisonous powder sends those who try to capture them down a cliff of death. But I've heard your butterfly spreads its wings for anybody.'

... When I first met his Highness... that is what he said to me. That was when I was still a Virtue, before I became a Fallen Angel.