Noble Goals From Pride of Humility

This poem is about the struggles of my internal conflict between the desire to gain influence so to better the world, and whether that's a desire I should have in my heart, lest it get the best of me.

What hopes are true, pillars of saints of old and gold?

Noble goals be fruitless in this world, when fed nobly.

Humble desires be sickly, when fed with desire.

Satan is not a dragon, not a devil, but a knight, an angel.

His stature is of beauty, of wisdom and knowledge.

He will come in your hour of need, guide you, comfort you.

He is a savior, a saint, a messenger from God...

He speaks truth... he speaks honor... he speaks life.

None of this is false, none a ruse, it's all there...

These things are no illusion... but he is poison.

A man you trust, a man you know is honest and fair,

Will you be most vulnerable to. He knows this.

His illusion is not of his words, nor his actions.

His illusion is behind his truth, he is corrupted.

A knight who seeks reign over the kingdom.

A knight who's goals are of a rogue...

Our sins call out to the body and mind.

Our virtue calls out to the mind and soul.

Satan has a body of virtue, and a soul of sins.

He is the most appealing entity in existence.

You have been warned.