The God Who Was

He once raised the heavens, then left to judge his fate; " Never again should you be here", yelled the good; As he flaired his horns, and crashed through the gate; Deep inside the earth, where rivers of lava run thick; Thinking to himself, " He knows the reason he fell" ; He then came to rest in an endless inferno; An unholy saint is starting a new form of heaven, that would soon be "Hell" ; Once the mighty soul in a land that strayed; The gold, the wine, cotton clouds of white fuzz; Waking from his dream in a cold bitter sweat; He said with a grin, " It is true... I am the "God who was".