Blood and fire
Fuel for a fell machine
Creator of demons
Putrescence and darkness
That which crawls on its low belly
Rejected and defiled
By the forces of the light
Rage and sorrow
Stitched together
They have given him the name
Lightbringer
Morningstar
Lucifer
Satan
His beauty is unmatched
His cruelty legend
But he saw the child starving, dying
And when other angels turned a blind eye
The Fallen took it in
Fed it, clothed it, named it
Raised it to be his heir
And then set it free
And Earth repaid him
By ascribing the child
To a God who would have let it die
And cursing his name
You see,
The greatest gift to all mankind
Was raised by the Devil Himself
With compassion and charity
And when that child died for those virtues
The Devil took it back with open arms
Proud of his son
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PoésieA poetic diary of sorts. A collection of poems chronicling my depression, suicidal ideation, and my journey through therapy.
