One day God spoke to Moses and said:'Visit Satan, question him, use your head.'So Moses descended to Hell's burning halls;Satan saw him coming, a smile did he installOn his fiery face. Moses proudly asked himFor advice, waiting for Satan's crafty whim;Satan spoke through his coal-black teeth:'Remember this rule which sense bequeathsNever say "I" so that you become like me.'So long as you live for yourself you'll beA drum booming pride a cymbal of infidelity.Vanity, resentment, envy and anger shall be cementedInto your inner state; you shall be like a dementedDog with lolling tongue, infected with indolence of sin.You shall become your own tracked prisoner within.