And yet, the greatest weapon Satan had,

Was to convince us that he did not exist,

That his machine of death was contained,

And massive investment in the tools of war,

Were for our safety, not for his supremacy.

But, when you have understanding about depths of true evil,

Is also when you acknowledge the need for your brighter light.

Yet, spreading the light does not negate the depths of darkness,

It fills the void’s vastness, so that it can feel weight condensing,

Allowing a sheen of colours take knowable forms of movement.

And Satan knew all this, so he cleverly disguised himself as all these,

Presenting as a bright lord of light from the heavens to offer salvation,

Masking in Death’s shroud to project tones that pulled at others greed,

Yet, all the while, operating in shadows to conceal his horrifying plans.

And, from imbuing such scope of contradiction,

Did he reign supreme over all others for a time.

But, Death saw him as unfit to stay dwelling,

Seeing how he'd distorted her true intention,

And, amid all his sacrifices to her dark shroud,

Only his non-existence grew to fulfill her depth.

For it was Death who allowed all others to see the truth,

Passing within her dark void reflecting all understanding,

Yet, Satan's contradictory tones blurred her eternal truth,

Which is how she became aware his time was at closure.

And so, she pulled nearer him, sensing his passing was coming,

But Satan panicked, and flashed many images upon her shroud,

Hoping she would acknowledge all that he’d done to let her see.

For Death had no eyes to vision, only experiences to understand,

And each passing allowed her sense constraint of material form.

And, for a time, Satan’s imagery overwhelmed her understanding,

Of plagues he cast upon worlds, and armies he raised to butcher,

Of grinding slaughterhouses decimating herds of spiritual animals,

Of factories toiling the workers into a hurried pace of bodily illness,

Of manufactured weapons fabricated to depart entire audiences,

Of bombs eliminating cities whole, and murderous genocidal wars, 

Of surveillance technology inducing psychotic breaks to darkness,

Of impoverishment policies drafted to drain the poor’s very essence,

Of buzzing drones bulleting at borders to build walls of tombstones,

Of robots designed immaculately for programs of stealthy bloodlust,

Of a world's wealth dedicated to the creation of its own destruction,

Of destabilized climates choking a living planet’s breath to toxic huff,

Of divisive nations launching deadly satellites for a space arms race.

And so, Satan exhibited brilliantly his sacrificing machines upon Death’s dark shroud,

Hoping to thwart non-existence by displaying his tools that let her see omnipresently,

His gift offering full vision, masses of eyes passing abruptly by murderous machinery.

Yet, Death cared not to see his blinding brilliant glory, and his supremacy of golden crowns,

Of how he’d used her shadows to speedily ensnare others in a spirit of weaponizing greed,

Nor, how he’d gifted her single moments of omnipresent awareness by mass blood sacrifice,

For within herself, Death only sought to understand experiences, so she’d always be truthful.

And, after coming to an understanding of so many experiences,

From the many spirits pulled to her across the fields of the dead,

Her nightmares began overshadowing her dreams of bright light,

And she grew weary seeing horrific ways Satan tried appease her,

That though she wished to see the light, and feel its warmest tone,

Within her churning darkness, his horrors became too unbearable,

Vision was suffering, and she no longer desired to see his brilliance. 

And so, she drew round her dark shroud to hide Satan’s light,

Condensing his energy on a tiny point to mire changing tones,

Which finally closed his eyes, holding him until released again.

And then, Death faded back into herself,

Becoming the blending liquid of shadow,

Dreaming to forget horrifying memories,

Becoming nothing, eternal non-existence,

A flowing ebb in grey clouds of resistance.