Satanic Immortal Appeal

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