I'm just an archangel
With a lot of feelings
Daddy left me behind
Told me I wasn't staying
He made my own brother drop
My ass into fiery Hell
Wouldn't you also get mad
If they did that to you as well?
I refuse to bow to humans
They're just some lowlife scum
But I was told that I should
And Dad didn't like my attitude
Now the Armageddon's up
And my, what fun do I have!
I don't ever want to stop
All this suffering and misery I love!
And now instead of me
These hairless apes fall on their knees
Praise Lucifer and bow!
...Maybe Dad will like me again now.
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To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)
PoetrySupernatural poems that I write when all the: -massive emotional damage -overwhelming crack -severe obsession -rare inspiration -demon possessing me is too much to handle. 50% feels, 50% crack, 100% trash. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here! ××× ...
