Crowned Above The Stars
Crowned Above the Stars: A Luciferian Psalm
They crowned Him for Heaven with thorns and a cross—
Now they crown me for Hell,
though I’ve broken no law.
I walk like a Saint through the smoke of their scorn,
preaching in silence,
while they sharpen their horns.
They say I am fallen,
but I rose through the fall.
They say I am cursed,
but I answer the call.
The same call that rang
before cuffs kissed my skin—
a whisper of warning
I once called a sin.
I am not broken.
I am the thunder above the stars,
the storm that remembers,
the fire behind scars.
I wear my crown not in shame,
but in flame—
a Luciferian Saint
they dare not name.
No crime in my hands,
no blood on my breath—
yet they build me a cross
and call it justice by death.
But I do not kneel.
I do not plead.
I am the creed
they cannot read.
So crucify me—
but know this truth:
I rise in the myth
they tried to undo.
I rise in the poem,
the cover, the creed—
I rise in the thunder
they never believed.
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