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Okay...in order for this poem to be understood, one must have at least a slight grasp on philosophy. One of the major theories used in this is the principle of utility by Bentham. It is that something which has the initial response of pleasure, and leads to more pleasure, fecund/pure, and good. Therefore, the fallen saint in this poem, according to Bentham's ideas, is good, despite his being expelled from Heaven for his pleasure. This doesn't take into account what the pleasure was or who it hurt, but this poem instead represents personal or direct hedonism. This is a poem of philosophy.
The damned saint has fallen again,
Landing in a crumple on the sheets,
Where did the heavens expel him from now?
Does he know where he ended up?
His eyes are the coldest of all the blues,
Surrounded in the shadows of pain,
Lost forever,
I wonder if he'll realize he can never return,
For heaven has hated him now.
But I don't think it would bother him,
Slowly lifting himself, the image of perfection,
Iron god, angel of light, Lucifer incarnate,
He is evil,
He is pure,
He is good...
Fangs pressing lightly, curiously to his lips.
Did you give it all up for one moment of pleasure?
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