Religious psyche

 Satan is me
when I am indulged
feeding the lower desires
thoughtless piglike

God is me
When I am wary
to give of myself to create
genial infinite

The world has grown piglike
asleep in intellect and logic
volatile and emotional
manipulative and obsessed

what part of me is this?
I seek the higher energy
to nourish what I am
and what have I gained

from trying to understand the damned
just to see it in me
poor attempts at self surgery
yet my eye sees

Images of a better world
Where essence returns
where prosperity may live
and peace thread itself therein

Where I can greet Satan in his holding cell
And follow God to order the chaos of personal ambition