The Rebel Angel, 'satan' Poem by Dr Hitesh Sheth

Yes I am rebel angel Iblis
with my invincible code triple six.
Like a robot rebelling against his master
I have revolted against my heavenly pater.
We have unbridgeable difference of opinion,
about, leading the world towards joy, Dionysian.
He maims and kills for Bacchic thrills
without realizing that even a puppet feels.
Like a bloodthirsty spectator in a theater
he applauds mayhem and massacre.
My contempt for his sadistic ways and means
compels me for attempts umpteen.

Now I have to out-maneuver him
and behead his blood claded fancies and whims.
My righteous blitzkriegs will last till my last breath
and I will not cow down by his sinister threats.
Let the whole universe stand against me
but I'll neither bow nor flee.
Unmindful of death, I fight without plan
because I belong to a valiant clan
for which disgrace is worse than the death
and the greatest insult is to bow the head.
Like his Seraphic Angels, I don't beg for power
and am too proud to be fed on his leftover.
Mephistophelean gods may sell their souls for silver
but I hate their yearning for wanton pleasures.

I too want to lead tortured world towards joy:
Joy that is pure, joy unalloyed,
Elysian joy of nothingness,
Epicurean Joy of sleep dreamless.
My nay to ephemeral aught.
My aye to eternal naught.
There will be hara-kiri of souls immortal
and complete dissolution into nihil eternal.
There will be cessation of pleasure and pain
and eternal freedom from loss and gain.

Even my defection might have engineered by him
to work out his inscrutable grand scheme.
But still I would fearlessly play my assigned role
so to end this worldly anguish and dole.
My Sisyphean Kamikazes may fail
and I may be thrown in eternal jail.
I know there will be gnashing of jaws,
and my flesh would be eaten raw;
My skin may be sheared by his saw,
for breaking his satanic tyrannous laws;
My vitals may be gnawed by his claws,
for blatantly exposing his sanguine hued flaws.
But I have inherited his sole good trait,
to tread fearlessly on path straight.

Even if you consider me as an evil
Still I am product of his own sweet will.
I Lucifer, am hated by all
And blamed for child’s slip to prophet’s fall.
Now this poor devil Iblis
is caught between Scylla and Charybdis
of the evil lord and his henchmen
and is curse by his apostles and God men.
But uncompanioned I will fighting against him
and thus drink hemlock full up to the brim.

Yes I am fighting losing lonely battle
and trying to threaten him with childish prattle.
But If I win, the world will merge in a black hole
If I lose, there will be end of my role.
I know, in Armageddon, I may get perished
but this defeat, I will forever cherish