History
From the depths of the womb came selfishness,
Unawre of his mission he made a decision,
To shirk the condition of conscience,
Congenitally egocentric sucked the breast of fervor,
Unaware of his mission he made a decission,
To view empathy only as a self server,
Genetically gifted he learned the art of deception,
Unaware of his mission he made a decision,
To manipulate all actions and never to question,
Innately glib he used words as weapons,
Unaware of his mission he made a decision,
To say what is best for given situation,
Close to the point of no return a realization came to Beezelbub,
That omnipotence is not cowardly connivance,
Rather that principles formed from scrupulous contrivance,
Make one great in the eyes of love,
So now aware of his mission man began to become,
The servant of God and overcome whence he comes.
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