The Fallen Angel

No demon nor the Devil can be greater than the love I breed,
For their darkness is not intimidating to me;
But that dark holds a secret I cannot perceive,
And no, nothing is as it seems to be.

Even the God who rules with his mercy and peace
Ran out of chances to grant to the Angel of greed,
And threw him inside the deepest niche,
And trapped him, for he wasn’t to be freed;
“To punish the sinner” was His apology;
The Fallen Angel: That’s how he came to be.

Lucifer: Power was his central desire,
He wanted a throne higher that his own.
He was denied, so he blazed like a fire,
And slaughtered a guardian, while the rest mourned.
And the infuriated Saviour, the Holy Supervisor
Gave Lucifer the Hell to control,
And the dwelling within those merciless fires
Was now the Fallen Angel’s zone.

And this created two major supremacies:
One preached love, while the other atrocities.
And yes, I followed love fearlessly,
And I am completely unafraid to speak
That no demon nor the Devil can be greater than the love I breed.