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Morningstar: Instrument of Destruction

For eons I spoke of vengeance
And the crimes committed against me
But when faced with the instruments
Of your destruction
I feel only lost and
Infinite grief

She spied me watching
From brooding clouds
Distraught and unjust
In waves of anguish
Condemning my father
On barbed tethers of rust
Lacerating the faceless
To stop the flowing tears

Great leviathans writhing
In the churning ocean depths
This fire deep inside
Cannot ease my labored breath

The crux of it all is
I am the only one
Demon twixt angels
‘Neath the stars are won

She spied me mourning
On brooding clouds
Enemies on pikes
Give me forgiveness
The death of our father
Has opened the great void
Like a bleeding gaping wound
Accepting worlds of fear

Those seraphim weeping
As they kneel before the throne
The mighty now cower
Lest they rest as only bones

“Lucifer,
Second only
To God himself
Must take up
The holy mantle
And rule the skies
With divine example”

The crux of it all is
Never covet the throne
Angel twixt demons
‘Neath the stars, our song

Sung by herald angels
With venom and spit
Fattened like a feast pig
Creature from the burning pit
Sacrifice for slaughter
Appease the hive mind
Crucify holy sons
Until the end of time

She spied me waiting
‘Neath brooding clouds
As I hear her voice
Faith is found again
Here at the end of time
And distant horizons
Under the cover of night
She holds my hand again