God said, all you angels will now bow down
In reverence to my most choicely deed.
Man is of my image; gather around,
Bestow on him your praise. Who’d take the lead?
Not I said Lucifer. I shall not bow
To one subordinate and made of clay.
I am of fire with high esteem, and thou
Are now charging me? I will not obey.
I bid you again, do this for me.
I love you dearly but you must abide
My wishes. Adam’s of me I decree.
Thou are obsessed with your pretentious pride
Thy arrogance and haughtiness compels
Me to cast thee from heaven into Hell.