The Son of the Morning

The lord of the earth, the ruler of the world You were once adored by Heaven and all Most gracious Lucifer, the pride of the Almighty Now lower than the basest of trash without pity I wonder why you did it. I wish I could talk to you I wish I could hear from your point of view The version no one sees or hears. I wish I could tell your story to who cares, The hypocritical world, which has become a vestibule, Will mock and say I ask the impossible Curiosity drives me like a herd of cattle. And I dance around like a snake’s rattle Knowing as the Devil you were once an angel Makes me know trust is overrated like a diamond bell I do not judge you. That isn’t my job The truth will be unwrapped someday like a cob I do appreciate that you dared to be different Though it made your membership card to be rent Judgment for us is around the corner like homecoming I extol not Satan, but the Son of the Morning