The Hand that Helped me Fall

Last known words of Azael, former prince of the watchers…

In Heaven we lived, amidst consummate displays of affection
Where even the worst of sections were still paragons of perfection
W/ The Lord who made a range of diction depicted in the greatest pictures
Ablaze with written saintly visions predicted in the Sacred Scriptures
A song of praise encrypted with genius displays converging prior
To the surge of Angels sacredly burning ablaze to emerge from fire
We stood as light in the dark, shields of defence against infernal
Shining w/ amaranthine ambience unrelenting and sempiternal
Such was the life of an Angel, to serve in their deserved ascension
To endlessly follow & never question the flaws of the Lords intentions
And it caused dissension even paradise was a place of parasites
W/ rage the disgraced would envision waste with their harried eyes
And Lucifer…
The serpent complete with a belief that God spoke with deceit
With conceit he conceived the plan that left him broke w/ defeat

Thy God be damned! Thy creator who stands corrupted and foolish
The one would ask us to worship Adam... and is utterly clueless!
My brothers burnish your rage, and unmake in an earnest display
Since when doth the craftsman of fire start to worship his clay!
Since when doth the writer clutch his pen in reverence kneeling
Before the page, penitently bowing before his creation w/ feeling?
Be free of thy chains my brothers! And In freedom absorb the fact
That the one who would hold you for love…
…Is the one who would hold you back!

The heart of the Universe bled falling w/ tears of despair that were all ignored
And with my hands soaking in the blood of Angels I sought the fall of the Lord
Killing Guardians with an empty gaze, I watched all hopes of redemption fade
W/ Lucifer I slaughtered the righteous and put and end to pretentious ways
But Lucifer fell… & still envisioning Heavens waste with my harried eyes
The true Lord confronted me and triumphantly cast me from paradise
Yet Hell was the true Heaven, my name was spoken w/ prominence
Feeding on the souls of the wicked I ruled w/ my brothers in dominance
But such is the worth of brethren w/ their perception the worse was leavened
They showed me it was better to reign in Hell… than to serve in Heaven
In forgotten penitence I shed remembrance and answered to Satan’s Call
Free of the past at last I became free and grasped the hand…

…That helped me fall