My Presence Is Your Flaw

Father how could you be so good?

You'd wipe my existence away if you could

Your creations made in your holy image of light

Yet in your frame they commit evil this night

I rebelled when they were given will

Now I tempt them to rob, cheat, and kill

Your's the good faith

Trinity of father, son ,and the holy wraith

My evils make them ask why

 I thought the creator was a great guy?

Perfect in our holy tomes

Why did he let that man do evil in our homes?

These the creations often ask

Who that Sabbath in your glory they bask

But I whisper in their ears to stray from the path

Give in to that burning wrath

Your perfection is only a lie

The Seraph's like machines just sing in the sky

Your denizens constructs of conformity

I the true Messiah defied your authority

Christ died not for me

For from Pandemonium I was never free

You set me cast aside

So in the infernal I reside

A contradiction to the construct of purity

I alone prove your inferiority

I was the wild ace in the draw

My evil to your all lie of good the fatal flaw