A misunderstood angel,
Thrown from his home of heavens beyond,
People bow before you faithfully.
Some slit wrists hoping to glance you as they die.
Some cry bloodied tears and curse your name,
As they watch friends die
In sickness, starvation and war.
To some you're a myth,
You are a legend, not even close,
To being real.
But here lies the truth
Under old marble walls
Hidden from all humans
Not to be discovered till death.
Why does the bible not say words?
The truths about him and his four.
The Four brothers that live and reign.
Over all of Hell.
God does not move to save his children,
I used to love him.
But even Lucifer would not be this cruel.
Lucifer has better sense even then God.
Since he knows suffering as we do.
And God knows nothing of our pain.