A Fallen Angel, so help me, God!
In living through bygone times and the land of the giants
World witnessed two icons fight in a clash of the titans.
One, a master of silence who led with his actions
Struck a balance in trying to put an end to the fractions.
Or just letting it happen with the problems progressing.
But in desperate fashion the Other had revolted against him
Clearly holding resentment as the apostles would cast doubt
But now on the offensive, he wasn’t going to back down.
Once roamed in the background as a broken man with jealousy.
Alone is his glass house in the smoky land of treachery
that would coat the glass with heresy til the day he made it to the cusp.
A photographic memory portraying labours of his love.
Once as an angel from above to the devil he’d soon be
His maker claiming to be good and possessing such beauty.
The blessings were truly an invite to the gates,
the lesser of two evils but here, Gods disguised as the saint
be mindful, mistakes are always made for the sake of love.
He’s the one enticing his prey all in the name of the greater good!
dictating the way we would be efficiently patrolled.
His neighbours arranging others to do the bidding he proposed
With his Foes abilities unknown still, he’d note its time to act
Shifting into focus going on a righteous path.
God designed a plan for the one he couldn’t kill in vain.
To drop him from the heights he sat to the underworlds’ remains.
A structure filled with flames in the fiery depths of the abyss.
The blood that spilled in blazes in never ending pits.
Hells the burial for him, in what he thought had ended the war.
Now the questioning begins, fuck this ‘perish the thought!’
When arose the Devil, his ultimate sin, so let’s debate if God became complacent!
From just letting him fall to the brink, was it him being a Sloth... which created Satan?
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