Lucifer’s Folly Poem by Nathan Killeen

Lava hot; frost bitter cold
Both’s domain this place doth hold

Frozen foot and burning tear
My tale you must surely hear

Lest you finish here as well.

What place you ask?
The depths of hell.

I was once a man like you
Who thought myself a god
So against my lord I rose
And on his feet did trod.

But as I was to see,
I am no equal to he.

So for me he made a place
To live my life’s disgrace.

I was the first
But not the last
My lord into this
Frozen furnace did cast.

And all you need to do
To be a part of us too
Is to carry on the way you do,
Living your life impure, untrue.