Satan monologue — Mr. Faust

My lips are sealed, Though I would fain prepare you for that first And awful moment when, beyond death's gates, You see and know--for now you do not know-- What there awaits you. You have seen the grave; You know the dissolution and decay That folds the body as it mouldering lies After the racking of those final hours Where soul and body part. But have you guessed That--as the body rots without the soul-- So the soul crumbles in a vile decay You cannot picture, when the body dies? Then falls the spirit limb from reeking limb. An agony beyond all mortal thought Shakes every atom of the spiritual frame-- The throes of dissolution. Death, indeed, All men can bear; but this last spiritual death, This torture of the disembodied soul To force dissolving--ah, prepare yourself! It shall appall you!