of sex and subjectivity

a terse litany

the angel:

i want to have a heart
that is dead,
and free of virtue;
taking pleasure in suffering and death.

i want to be able to watch people die.
to see their fingers snipped off,
with blunt scissors, in slow easy time.

i want to hear their screams,
and smile; to laugh at their pain
and delight in their writhring bodies,
spreading the sensations
to the rest of their body.

i dont want to be satisfied
with just causing fear,
i want to drive people
to death to relieve their fearful misery

i want to revel in destruction,
to destroy life while still yet unborn
i want pagan cannibalism,
and to feast on babies,
with no sympathy and thought
as to whether they delight or die.

i want to do all this,
without any pangs of guilt.
i want to be free of compassion,
to indulge in the sins of man.

i want to be evil,
and cause hurt, because
i have no future in doing good.

the devil:

i wish no more for misery and pain
i have seen enough, and felt enough.
i want to bring life, more than to take away.
i want hope and not dread.

i desire for happiness, and contentment;
amongst the people wrecked in pain and sorrow.
to be satisfied with nothing more
than seeing a little child smile.

i want so little from life,
but life alone,
to be forgiven, and accepted
by anyone who loves.

i want to be free,
from eternal torment and torture.
i want to see sharing, and goodness
without any chains or suffering.

i want to be so much,
because i am sick of being condemned.