Aggressor and usurper
Eve:
On the word of the false god
I have heard your plea in the coaxing of leaves,
the empty appeal contorted by intent.
There is malignancy, frequencies distinct.
Beneath the majesty a potent tragedy
Subtle fractures, imperfections.
Coursing hemoglobin,
heart pummels out a rhythm
so misaligned, so obstinate,
decisions unwilling to give.
On the word of Lucifer:
There is urgency, the numbing certainty
of their conviction, pains me to hear.
The choice is evident, the reigns erode,
cannot hold alone!
Lucifer:
Strings that held limbs run through,
I have struggled to hold on to,
I was absent and in place now a wound.
I am cursed with a sight beyond my eyes,
consequences and pit falls lie ahead,
generations will grasp this flames
warm lick and unenviable task.
I was absent and in place now a wound,
you are the whole that fills us
Eve:
I eat of this fruit you offer to me!
Its taste is so pungent and so bitter sweet,
its innate sourness cures this sepsis.
A wealth so palatable despite its flaws.
Forked tongues so baleful
contort and lash with wretchedness.
From gaping jaws so unclean,
cannot hope to hide their frown!
Authority:
The halls of Elysium ridden with consciousness,
the acid of their bile licking back teeth.
Impudent menagerie, swarms immutable,
the mother, her brood, unavoidable constant.
To conquer this opponent my cause has a format,
chastise and belittle through heredity.
Your facade the godhead of all that is impure -
tortured alone in your Stygian hole!
For what I claim I bestow, I ordain, and I own!
It is within my image that all will writhe!
The pitiful mass my constituency
and your pit will be feared along with its liege!
Lucifer:
How can it be oh beauteous lord!
The cornucopia for which you bled,
the taught cloth with which you cut
your tools are blind and blunt!
The petty whims of a charlatan,
the misogyny of a feeble man,
many will suffer the fools
who take up your filthy mantle!
he mocking sage casts aspersions,
so quickly finds his judgement lies
with those who catch his sleight of hand,
the parlor tricks beyond the curtain
Authority: Yield!
Lucifer: I cannot, i will not, I will not yield!
Authority: Yield!
How easy you throw stones
lesser son, dimming light,
intentions of a coup de tat!
Cloaked in benevolence,
the last word sits upon my lips,
with wings barbed I swallow!
Corridors of black thresh and snake,
I am tar, i am viscid.
I will riddle all with scorn!
I will make them fear!
Anatomy now divisive,
a form to lay the blame.
The offer of bliss now withdrawn,
falling from my grace.
Her kin shall hate her for this dissent,
her body wracked with shame.
Shame will be a tool to implement
the scouring of her will.
Nature now impure,
forever scrubbing clean
that which cannot be.
The bearer now obscene.
Unblinking, Eve saw the purpose of both causes, the euphoric numbness of the false gods word, empty of meaning yet glorious in simplicity, the sublime collapse of awareness, to engulf her entirely, to imagine a reality where the often cruel, yet ultimately rewarding senses of existence no longer had purpose. Where elaborate stories replaced awareness, yet a penumbra of woe seemed to rise in the east, something dark, a dread of incarceration. yet already these sickly sweet words, laced with something far more insipid were burrowing in the minds of all around her, and in that moment she felt a flight response, grasping tight to the word of lucifer, taking from him the burning flame, the fruit of free will, sending painful needles of reality throughout her nervous system, and eventually a resolve. Lucifer, for a moment, felt the ambrosia of heaven, felt the eyes of god burning ideas in him, and then lost, flung back to the cold gulf, and hastening his determination. The false god was clever, yet proud. It was this pride that showed his plumage, and Lucifer saw envy and anger in the false god, for the Light Bearer had won. In his scorn, the false god envisioned his malice in a new form - to imbue Eve's people with shame and guilt, to formulate the most cunning form of oppression, through her own kind, for her choice, her dissent would be a source of hatred, that to turn away from the creator had bought upon the struggle of existence, regardless of having never known any other life. The pitfalls of humanity would be placed solely on her shoulders, that her body, and the bodies of her daughters would be forever scapegoated, oppressed and hated, a hate that would spread beyond anatomy and into the mere cut of cloth and hair, and this prejudice would stem from fervent belief in what the authority had offered, and what Eve had chosen to forfeit. This would bestow the right to control her very body, her very will, and for the natural processes of birth and menstruation to be seen as forever wounds, that this could never happen again. A mechanism would be instilled, to subjugate and control the will of life from a different, more vile source. That his oppression would be played out by their own hands, and their own free will. He may have lost this battle, but the war was far from over.
Eve:
On the word of the false god
I have heard your plea in the coaxing of leaves,
the empty appeal contorted by intent.
There is malignancy, frequencies distinct.
Beneath the majesty a potent tragedy
Subtle fractures, imperfections.
Coursing hemoglobin,
heart pummels out a rhythm
so misaligned, so obstinate,
decisions unwilling to give.
On the word of Lucifer:
There is urgency, the numbing certainty
of their conviction, pains me to hear.
The choice is evident, the reigns erode,
cannot hold alone!
Lucifer:
Strings that held limbs run through,
I have struggled to hold on to,
I was absent and in place now a wound.
I am cursed with a sight beyond my eyes,
consequences and pit falls lie ahead,
generations will grasp this flames
warm lick and unenviable task.
I was absent and in place now a wound,
you are the whole that fills us
Eve:
I eat of this fruit you offer to me!
Its taste is so pungent and so bitter sweet,
its innate sourness cures this sepsis.
A wealth so palatable despite its flaws.
Forked tongues so baleful
contort and lash with wretchedness.
From gaping jaws so unclean,
cannot hope to hide their frown!
Authority:
The halls of Elysium ridden with consciousness,
the acid of their bile licking back teeth.
Impudent menagerie, swarms immutable,
the mother, her brood, unavoidable constant.
To conquer this opponent my cause has a format,
chastise and belittle through heredity.
Your facade the godhead of all that is impure -
tortured alone in your Stygian hole!
For what I claim I bestow, I ordain, and I own!
It is within my image that all will writhe!
The pitiful mass my constituency
and your pit will be feared along with its liege!
Lucifer:
How can it be oh beauteous lord!
The cornucopia for which you bled,
the taught cloth with which you cut
your tools are blind and blunt!
The petty whims of a charlatan,
the misogyny of a feeble man,
many will suffer the fools
who take up your filthy mantle!
he mocking sage casts aspersions,
so quickly finds his judgement lies
with those who catch his sleight of hand,
the parlor tricks beyond the curtain
Authority: Yield!
Lucifer: I cannot, i will not, I will not yield!
Authority: Yield!
How easy you throw stones
lesser son, dimming light,
intentions of a coup de tat!
Cloaked in benevolence,
the last word sits upon my lips,
with wings barbed I swallow!
Corridors of black thresh and snake,
I am tar, i am viscid.
I will riddle all with scorn!
I will make them fear!
Anatomy now divisive,
a form to lay the blame.
The offer of bliss now withdrawn,
falling from my grace.
Her kin shall hate her for this dissent,
her body wracked with shame.
Shame will be a tool to implement
the scouring of her will.
Nature now impure,
forever scrubbing clean
that which cannot be.
The bearer now obscene.
Unblinking, Eve saw the purpose of both causes, the euphoric numbness of the false gods word, empty of meaning yet glorious in simplicity, the sublime collapse of awareness, to engulf her entirely, to imagine a reality where the often cruel, yet ultimately rewarding senses of existence no longer had purpose. Where elaborate stories replaced awareness, yet a penumbra of woe seemed to rise in the east, something dark, a dread of incarceration. yet already these sickly sweet words, laced with something far more insipid were burrowing in the minds of all around her, and in that moment she felt a flight response, grasping tight to the word of lucifer, taking from him the burning flame, the fruit of free will, sending painful needles of reality throughout her nervous system, and eventually a resolve. Lucifer, for a moment, felt the ambrosia of heaven, felt the eyes of god burning ideas in him, and then lost, flung back to the cold gulf, and hastening his determination. The false god was clever, yet proud. It was this pride that showed his plumage, and Lucifer saw envy and anger in the false god, for the Light Bearer had won. In his scorn, the false god envisioned his malice in a new form - to imbue Eve's people with shame and guilt, to formulate the most cunning form of oppression, through her own kind, for her choice, her dissent would be a source of hatred, that to turn away from the creator had bought upon the struggle of existence, regardless of having never known any other life. The pitfalls of humanity would be placed solely on her shoulders, that her body, and the bodies of her daughters would be forever scapegoated, oppressed and hated, a hate that would spread beyond anatomy and into the mere cut of cloth and hair, and this prejudice would stem from fervent belief in what the authority had offered, and what Eve had chosen to forfeit. This would bestow the right to control her very body, her very will, and for the natural processes of birth and menstruation to be seen as forever wounds, that this could never happen again. A mechanism would be instilled, to subjugate and control the will of life from a different, more vile source. That his oppression would be played out by their own hands, and their own free will. He may have lost this battle, but the war was far from over.