Heavenly Downfall of the Devil,

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For a line to be called crooked there has to be a sense of a straight line. For a heart to be considered cold there has to be a moment of warmth once felt. For to know the absence of photons leaving the space in darkness, there must have been some insight about light somewhere. And for a soul to be judged as the devil there must be an angel behind curtains proving the judgment right.

See once in a light, once in a straight line, once in the warmth of times, the devil too was an angel.

Ever been in wonder what got in to it? What it could have been the very reason that brought the beast out of the very charming angel?

In a space filled of luminosity….light that won’t even give any chance for a shadow to step in, what could have elicited him to look for a switch…?

In a space with no wrong…in a place where there is no mind split but a straight up vision towards goodness, what took his focus out of the frame that was set for all of’em

What was the devil doing that very moment, when such a thought that drives him off his power crossed his mind?

Shouldn’t he been busy?

Cuz’ one has to be doing nothing for the mind to wonder off boundaries.

Could it be while he was wandering around?

He couldn’t have been bored. Cuz’ it was a place where one could never get used to, as every day was a new day and so whatever the day had in store.

So what was it then, what was the first thought driven by…how did he feel? What did the look on he’s face looked like?

Shocked, Guilty? ….or did he look around to see if any of’em actually heard the voices in he’s mind.

Did the devil shake the head to shush the voices or did he run to a corner to listen more?

Or was it pride? But from where….he wasn’t a devil yet…who’s voice talked him out of the mighty being he was created to be.

But again in a place of no wrong, how was wrong introduced to the mind of the angel, the leader, the charming one.

How did pride first meet the humble soul, how did cold introduce itself to a warm heart that knows not cruelty …

For one to feel guilty one must know wrong…but what was wrong?

Or maybe he over wished that he wanted all for himself,

So that makes the devil, to be the first being, to over use the free will?

Too follow good, to create bad.

Was there bad before him?

Did he create bad or did he amend a point?

A point one must have never found.

But was it the devil that found that point or was it the point that found the devil? When it was still an angel.

So how was egocentricity brought to the mind that served its days fulfilling the desires of others?

So in what costume was jealousy dressed in to enter the gates of a being having it all in the package, the power and the look one must say.

What time did he got to listen to itself, what task did he put off, again one must be doing nothing or one must run out of things to do to be seeking new perspectives, to walk out of routine…

When the angel took that very first stand no one has ever made, that won him the title…, “devil”, what big picture was before his eyes, or was it blind to not have seen the consequences too. Hypnotized by his own desires.

Nothing is perfect they say….maybe he found that spot, that hole…and while trying to fill that very space he wrecked the entire wall. But still to be able to notice a hole, to feel that void space…one must know the feeling of emptiness.

 

Once in a light, once in a straight line, once in the warmth of times, where the devil too was still an angel, what happened? What went “wrong”?

 

For a line to be called crooked there has to be a sense of a straight line. For a heart to be considered cold there has to be a moment of warmth once felt. For to know the absence of protons leaving the space in darkness, there must have been some insight about light somewhere. And for a soul to be judged as the devil there must be an angel behind curtains proving the judgment right.