At The Peak Of Distress

1
Of course, you had obtained their full consent---
a gift they offered to you of their free
will and election. Hence, your enemy
could not deny their given liberty
to keep the lifestyle (that you still present
with eloquence). You words seek to compel
even the language into transformation,
so that the subtle collar of submission
becomes an honor (not cause for derision)
bestowed by your dynamic domination,
on your own terms; and that their slavery
is not abject, but proves higher devotion.
And pain is just a more intense sensation
that you can offer for their delectation.
You wonder, therefore, why raise such commotion
about this; why your high opponent judges
your pleasure as perverted, and begrudges
your very thought that all is relative;
that men and women should live and let live;
things done to one another privately
should not be stifled by morality
of those who (for what reasons?) disagree.

2
Now he stands with you on a soaring height,
and all the splendored kingdoms of the world---
past, present, future---lay before his sight:
displayed, paraded, promenaded, swirled
about. And yet this ultimate temptation,
affects him no more than the other two
you brought. The first one to say No to you,
ages ago, he will be last to do
so (and then it will be once and for all).
Despite your effort, he is not misled:
he has not bothered turning stones to bread;
nor at your laughing hints, taken a fall.
He knows you are the father of all lies,
with false lordship (except it be of flies):
and he will free all mankind from your shackles.
That ought to warmly conflagrate your hackles,
so that---within yourself---you burn like Hell.
What terrible affronts you must endure---
blamed on that Galilaean carpenter.