The Devil's Logic

The Devil’s Logic

When I was a child; I spoke as a child;
now I’ve become as a man;
transformed into a prodigal gone wild;
my energy of life; began.

I was the picture of a turbulant storm;
much like a tropical depression;
with righteousness; I could not conform;
unashamed; devoid of confession.

I’d willingly accepted the serpent’s seed;
he promised to lay the world at my feet;
by offering to provide for my every need;
his only price was complicity and deceit.

He seemed totally sincere, in every way;
his logic seemed quite impeccable;
he promised love and a brand new day;
he initially appeared respectable.

Temptation was his weapon of choice;
promising to make me a king;
whispering in his most tantalizing voice;
offering to give me everything.

Temptation became too much to resist;
evil had filled me with pride;
betraying my Master with a kiss;
because of me; love died.

He reminded me; we’d met in the garden;
claiming I shared all of his blame;
I, who was Adam; now sought a pardon.
In the garden; I’d given him his name;

Monty 9/1/24. # 2,309