Dear, dear Luciferian,
did they cast you out of Eden?
Did they forsake the brightness of your brow?
Are you hurting, are you angry?
Can you forgive poor Mary,
for she has borne the child whom you'll foul.
Dear, dear Luciferian,
is your pride a little broken?
Is your stance a little wobbly and off?
Did those six wings break your fall?
Did you even fall at all-
or are you still grasping at the loft?
Dear, dear Luciferian,
you've really fucked it up this time,
you're weeping on the rocky caul of hell.
Your pretty light is shattered,
your perfection left in smatters;
You've lost the fight and paradise is lost.
