The Devils Lament
Call me by name, And don't be ashamed
it wasn't I who had sold the world
I merely proclaimed, The mistakes that were made
For that, heaven, I was cast out
Our father, it seems, Has no patience for me
And when I was asked to bow
To you of all things, such an unworthy being,
Of the love that had been bestowed
So I rebelled, call it what you will
And from hell compelled to come out
To prove he was wrong, and man doesn't belong
even you, by now, have your doubts
I offered knowledge, you took, yet I was the crook
It was you who ate from the tree
He punished us all, Yet I took the fall
But at least his mistake had been seen
he then washed his hands, when he flooded the lands
But still, couldn't admit nor concede
And I at a loss, with his son on a cross,
He forgave you! but for me felt no need
So why is it I, who is said to have lied?
When all that I did was question
It was you who deceived and disgraced in his name
And proved my earliest contention
So now I will try, time after time
Until, for our father, there is no doubt
That I am the one, who's praise should be sung
And from heaven, you'll be thrown out
Copyright © Justin Clason | Year Posted 2022
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