The Fall of the Rebel Angel
By Deaths Angel
The angel is nailed to the wall by those who tried to prevent his fall They made him a martyr with their sadistic slaughter They tried to lay him to rest before he bore the demon's crest but they should have know that through his pain, their efforts would be in vain For his body made the star, and would bring them eternal war He looked upon them as he wept This flock of sheep that he kept He spoke to them words of choked pain, A curse made in his own name. "I give my sins to all of you. For me these things are now through. I will fall from the highest depths, I will gain power from your deaths By killing me you seal your fate I give you my sicknesses of green lust and hate." and so the angel burned, and as they watched not one head turned In them his seeds were already sown, though to them it was not known and so his legacies of greed lust and hate, conqured them all and sealed their fate For those who were infected by his disease, would enter his Hell, begging on their knees. Written March 16th, 2002 © on Mar 16 2002 12:36 AM PST 10 • 0
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