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Original angel, God's first personal assistant
Going errands for the Almighty, across upon infinite distant
The toast of heaven, captain of the A team
A is for angels, all jealous of Satan’s beam
They knew God had spent, a little more time on him
For apparent he was "special", It was for him God invented that word
Who could have foreseen, one day he would be enemy to God’s thee Word

He was there by his master’s side, secretary to creation
While other angels stood by, hateful of this relation
God's favorite angel, beautiful with no blemish
Flapping his wings in praise, as God filled the oceans with fish

Brightest among angels, the very first superstar
Keeping records of all creation, from the birds to the moon and stars
Chief astronomer, of God’s magnificent light works, 
The only one with clearance, to share his thoughts and remarks
“The ocean is not deep enough, the heavens are too wide”
First angel to speak his mind

He was to God what Mark Anthony was to Caesar
He loved his master, but he was not an angel pleaser
He came out on top, at the heaven’s post-creation dance
Danced and danced even after the master took his seven-day rest
Giving Michael and Gabriel their much awaited chance
“He no longer dances for your glory master, give him just one test”
“Take his wings and beauty master, and see whether he will obey your commandment”
And so, once beloved Satan, was turned to a lowly serpent

He would have got back his wings, were it not for Adam and Eve
He was only bluffing about the forbidden fruit, he dint mean to deceive
But foolish Eve ate the apple, and Adam followed suit
There was no fair trial, so a third sympathizing angels quit
And now the once bright original angel, was cast and now adores dreadful horns
Reigning below the sea with other ex-angels; the demons

From the A-team to the D-team, from angelic beam, to demonic steam
If you too divinely fell from grace, from such a high level
You would have no choice but to become the devil
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