The Surrender : An Aternative Viewpoint

First scar from the first fall, An eternal taste of momentary defeat. Who wants to fight you? Not I Who himself struggles with the shackles of envy While you gloat on your luminous throne I Lucifer, by you made capable of pride and prejudice, Now blind become to paradise my jaundiced eye Seeks to annihilate, not to own. Frankly, no I don't want your throne If all that exists is your creation, If nondual are you and I, isn't my loss your own? Within these intangible walls of free will, Burning in immortal hate, imprisoned I crawl. All is indeed lost.