Second Fall From Grace

A priest was strolling in a glorious Garden next to a church cemetery. Deep into daily prayers his serious Reflection had ceased funereally. From behind a blackberry bush a man In agonizing pain pled for his help. Bloodied, near death he desperately scanned This holy face and said, "you and me dwelt In the same house for many, many years Together. Please tend to my wounds. I must Not die else many things will disappear With me." Sir! You think you know me I trust But I don't recognize you, in good faith. "That's of no consequence, we are soul mates." Sir, I do not understand. What's your name? " First, look into my eyes, what do you see?" The priest peered into them. I see ill fame. "Correct! What else?" To a higher degree I see treachery, deceit and falsehood. " True! I am their inspiration, each sin. I represent all that is deemed not good The name I go by today is Satan." What! Prince of darkness, the living devil? The infamous enemy of my god? "The one and only my dear friend, evil Incarnate. This face is just a facade." I'll not treat your wounds that would ease the pain. "Oh, but you must holy man. I'll explain." "That church and altar, your Sunday sermons Were built, celebrated and orated Because of me. Every man and woman On this earth that was ever created Knows and fears me due to people like you. Their lives were and are shaped by your design. If I die, sin will also perish. Who Would have need of your shrines If I did not exist? Now look beyond Your purpose for living poor holy man. Do you wish to sever the unique bond Between you and me, abandon humans Or treat my wounds so that I may still thrive?" Dejected he chose keeping him alive.