The Unauthorized Biography Of Satan Poem by Sarah Mkhonza
The Unauthorized Biography Of Satan
I, born in the never never
Of the skies an angel tossed
Out for I am now the enticer
Called by others a tempter
For like bees they come buzzing
Around the honeycomb I sit in
And ask me to invade their
Mind and make it home
Even when they are poor, rich, or not so
For my voice is so soft
It is almost silent for I walk
On invisible feet and cause even
Kings to trip.
They say I am motherless
For nobody wants to own up
To giving birth to the most
Hated of all beings even though an
Angel invisible I am and powerful
Too. For those in jail call
My name while those is asylums
Call on Jesus.
They take narcotics and invent
A story that says I walked into a bag
And took a powder and injected it
Into a lame arm that wanted joy
For I had taken it away. This
Fiction that is told is indeed
Strange for it does not hold
Water, for sure, when everybody
Knows that even vampires suck blood
Of their own volition.
Who is my brother this Jesus
The only son born of a virgin
Who like me is fatherless
Having left the father for
He wanted to be king alone and left
Us demigods voiceless and invisible
And only to him recognizable
For he alone can say who will
Follow me to be forever lost
To the kingdom.
Let us look at you now
Following me reluctantly
Looking for me in gambling
Houses, brothels and everything
In this Las Vegas you call life
Where you search for one like me
On whom to lay the blame. For this
Game goes on while I look at you
Through the corner of my eye
Without blinking knowing you may
Turn back if you do not see my wink
Which says it is alright to create
A scapegoat out of motherless me
For one day you will also be one.
Finally like Karl Marx I say reminding
Unwilling you, 'Sinners of the world! Unite!
You have nothing to lose but your ignorance
For everybody loves vanity and knows it is
bought at a lofty price when it is as cheap
As air, polluted or not at the alter of
Freedom where you kneel unwillingly.' See!
Karl Marx could be your Jesus and save you
On the day of trial when you stand
Accounting for making me your tempter and
More powerful than I really am. I'm only
Saying this to be fair, for they say
People get lost when the vision is blurred
By invisible marijuana and pot. You are invited
By me to sink or swim and just know you
Do so at your own risk.
Sarah, This is magnificent. I thought of so many things reading this....Milton, Goethe, even the Rolling Stones. All of these were Satan's unofficial biographers, and yet did not manage to unearth that one element of Lucifer that is made so clear here....in the form of that implicit question that asks whether the temptation arrives through the psyche or the spirit? Are we tempted when the philosopher panders to our vanity, or do we succumb in that moment of weakness and despair when we feel fatherless? Again, a great work. I hope this is written about and studied by serious students of poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/12/2024 9:27:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Sarah, there are so many positive things to be said about this poem that I don't know where to start. I'll be succinct: unique profound darkly mysterious. Absolutely brilliant! ! ! If I could give it a higher rating than 10, I wouldn't even hesitate! In addition to those mentioned by MJ: Aleister Crowley Madame Blavatsky, and of course, those that really send shivers down my spine...Illuminati.