Illustration of the Devil on Codex Gigas, early thirteenth century
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F*ck Icarus; Satan's the real worry about.
I wonder what Bruegel would have made of old Scratch
Falling from the sky through Rorschachian clouds,
Freshly exiled, defenestrated sinful Pride,
Until that moment the Big Guy's favorite angel,
A real consigliere, full of sound and fury,
Omerta up the ying-yang, the talk of the town,
Doling out the negative contracts, eating souls
Like Paul Newman ate hard-boiled eggs in Cool Hand Luke;
No one can eat 50x eggs, but f*cker did.
And George Kennedy was having none of that tripe.
Yelling at S., Out out brief vandal, go to hell!
The rest we already know: Satan, Adam, Eve,
The begattings, the beshattings, anti-semites,
And then all the morbid Hegelian history
That's followed the Fall, with no bloody end in sight:
Choose what's behind the door or the curtain, and scream
To your heart's delight, a licking flame of Satan's fire.
Yeah, so f*ck young Icarus for flying so close
to the fire; the f*ck escaped the maze, did he not?
Fell among the mermaids-- all of them hot to trot.
Satan plopped among Man and deserved what he got.
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