Requiem for The Devil

I think the following T.S. Eliot poem 'The Hollow Men' brilliantly encapsulates the card of The Devil:

We are the hollow men

We are the stuffed men

Leaning together

Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!                                     

  Our dried voices, when

  We whisper together

   Are quiet and meaningless

   As wind in dry grass

 Or rats’ feet over broken glass

In our dry cellar

       Shape without form, shade without colour,

         Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

    Those who have crossed

         With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom

        Remember us – if at all – not as lost

    Violent souls, but only

    As the hollow men

    The stuffed men.

It is not The Devil we should be afraid of but ourselves. We are the hollow men. Paralysed, unable to move. Not lost (because we chose to be in this dark place) or violent (violence is the prerogative of The Tower card).

A perfect example of The Devil card is when you borrow a lot of money to buy the house/lifestyle of your dreams and then have to work long hours to pay it off and have no time to do the things you really want to do.

It's when you choose comfort over authenticity.

We are the ones who place the chains around our necks by out thoughts, our actions, by who we choose to associate with.

And we are the ones who can set ourselves free.

(Always waaaaay easier said than done. Have I told you about my addiction to frothy milk? Not good for me but oh so delicious.)

Please share poems or sayings that bring to mind The Devil card for you.