[Inno]

The Devils Plight

Its like moving scriptures, the clouds written pictures
Of the dreams i fracture, they hang from the raptors
As reminders of my failures throughout my tenure
And it never gets better out casted as the ultimate sinner
The supreme wicked one, the darkness personified
Deemed a sick son, prettified I leave faultless pride
Dammed to a deep slum I am pesticide with a thoughtless stride
A hero to no one, no favors given and ive never owed one
Shun by the known son I labor to slip in to his kingdom an soil his gums
So evil he spews…so he can share in my view of things
So when they erect rocks in his honor…they will boo the sphinx
im tired of the heat, I denounce my upside down crucifix
its useless it brought me nothing but trouble im done using it
he chose you over me I told him I thought that was stupid
I said screw this and the next thing I know im getting booted
While the subpar eat from the tree and im left fruitless
You enjoy the roots of his movements while you stay ungrateful
You sin and your forgiven showcasing you are unfaithful
Yet his grace you keep while I race to the deep abyss
As I watch towards the heavens as you scoundrel the gift
A gallery of sins persist.


plotting revenge on the chosen as I’ll make death the last word spoken
the plan is, gates will open my army furious and steadily growin
to the happy dam nation swords will thrust for decapitation
brimstone will hail from the heavens, how ironic of a description
the streets fumigated in blood while water turns to regurgitated mud
pestilence will engulfs like hurricane winds with a reverberated thud
and I will rule with an iron fist and a silver tongue
but until that day comes….

these flying pictures serve as a current of memories flow
I keep them as bitter reminder of a past forgotten centuries ago
When I was more inclined to the light beautiful and heavenly divine
When my heart was bright and not as black as this winter night