Saten Wants Sympathy

First of all, you mildly evolved amoebas, I don’t need your sympathy/ You couldn’t fathom my depths, if you had a degree for empathy/ Did everything asked of me by the Lord to prove that I’m the one/ Can’t believe He forgave you primates after you crucified His son/ I grew to despise the sun, the Earth and all of His other creations/ Can’t bother with patience. I used deceit to smother relations/ Between the angel classes, Pax and Seraph, the main heavenly masses/ Prepared for civil war that would explode like incendiary gasses/ But Michael’s army thwarted my plans and now I’ve gotten banished/ Took the remainder of my spawn and set up shop on this rotten planet/ As long as I’m imprisoned here I’m going to make life so miserable/ I didn’t create evil… but I can use it to make strife permissible/ You guys are pitiful, actually blaming me and God for tragedies/ You have the free will to kill. I just map out the harmful strategies/ Man reeks of insanity yet I get blamed most in Christianity/ You were made in God’s image?..Now this is strictly vanity/ It’s strictly fantasy to suggest I’m behind all fights and skirmishes/ I simply point out something’s different and humans try to murder it/ The reality is mankind can’t handle individuality/ Execute originals who don’t fit communal spirituality/ Genocidal mentality displayed even back in the days of Moses/ Mass exterminations of free thinking foes who delay osmosis/ Another joke is when you buy occult books and try to invoke me/ Pray those bull spells don’t work. You’ll die if you provoke me/ Another myth is you hand me your soul, and get what you really desire/ That I punish wayward souls and submerge them deep in a sea of fire/ Let these scenes retire. I’ve never tortured any soul who entered Hades/ I just recycle you human trash and reincarnate you back into babies/ So you can do time on Earth again. ‘Hell is other people’ said Sartre/ God does nothing like Jimmy Carter as streets fill with dead martyrs/ I’ve read charters, that blatantly lie about peace and war reduction/ Only satisfaction of my exile is first row seats to your destruction/ Bomb bursts like tympanis as I conduct homicidal symphonies/ I’m the one made in God’s effigy. Don’t want your idle sympathies/ One day God will see things my way and terminate my sentence/ Destroy all you peasants. Then me and Him can recreate the present/ I was His first. The Morning Star. Crown prince of the dominion/ But He loves you and I’m trapped on Earth, the province of oblivion..