21 June 2012
I was once his pride and his joy, Until boredom brought forth a new toy. Resentment, bitterness and malice grew, No longer part of his angelic crew.
I forced him to choose between me and man. Another pawn in his master plan. From my hell of banishment and exile, His image I ruin and defile.
Listening to them squawk and squeal, Watching them crawl then kneel. He gave them Free Will but that doesn't stand us apart, Its Faith without knowing that strengthens their heart.
I know I can't win but that's not the point, I won't stop till there's none left to anoint. Too few are the ones that believe, no rest in their fiery grave, Too late he will come, his flock to save.
I will smite you with plagues and deceit, Hell on earth is coming, he can't compete. Yes maybe some will find the way, But none will survive my judgement day.
Fallen • Opuss № I