Azalia Part 1

Beautiful angel fallen from grace Abandoned from the gods she trusted, who she loved Branded as a betrayer Her wings clipped, banished from her heaven leaving her holiness behind Revenge coursing through her veins Evile as her prime objective In the clutches of Satan, chained, obeying his every order, bearing his mask Becoming a demonic figure, a sadist, enjoying the pain of Angels Standing against her gods with the seven daggers of sin The more lives she claims, the more her greed festers There is no grace, no hope, no love, and no faith within the sloth A glutton for punishment, but she is impervious Face her wrath, let her kill, so viewtiful as the corpses pile, eaten by the scavengers of hell A lust for vengeance is her lover, the only thing that pleases her Taking pride in every dastardly deed she commits, holding on to it like an unborn child Green with envy for her former comrades, she slays them all, the last god has met their end Holding their severed head to the dusk sky She soaks in grace’s blood, but she is not satisfied Lucifer will meet his end as well, by her hands