LXXIII
SATAN

Poor Satan, expelled from your seat
next to the throne of the Lord of Mercy,
you who cannot lessen the harmful
condition of your sin with tears.

So you must not cry, proud Satan,
caught in the net of an unparalleled fear,
the fear of a truth you cannot acknowledge;
poor Satan, the father of disappointment!

You struggle endlessly, condemned
to live with yourself forever,
and as you try to forget and relieve

your boredom, you fill our life
with temptations, holding us hostage
while you envy our mortality.