The Fallen Angel ' Confessions Of The Forever Sinner ' Aka: ' Godspeed, God, Goodbye ' Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

The Fallen Angel ' Confessions Of The Forever Sinner ' Aka: ' Godspeed, God, Goodbye '



Dear Lord, thee hath created Adam, with knowledge that glare;
And made thine angels, at thy perfect creation stare.
But to this wretched being, shall I not bow:
Thus, labeled pariah, a fallen angel, by thou.

Made of mud, was I not, yet from the burning fire,
The Light Bearer, a shooting star, aiming higher and higher.
Driven by pride, rising against thou, did I dare,
Now, sinking I'm for long, in darkness and despair.

And then thee fell from the Lord's perpetual paradise,
A deity dream did thou entice.
It's better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven;
Hence, in Hell thou hath been for a lifetime thriven.

Behold the blood, thine mankind hath shed:
Thus, I shall tempt him than serve thee instead.
O Bright Star, thy love for thou is now dead,
O Creator, thy heavens I have already fled!

O Light Bringer, thou wish for a frozen featured reincarnation;
But all hope is lost, salvation seems a far away dream, due to thy expostulation.
If only he could see, thine love that might have been arcane!
Curse him, no, curse thyself; there is agony, deep down like a fallin' rain.

O what a kingdom o' fire thee rules, in solitude:
Sacrificed an everlasting Eden for your non-gratitude,
Misery upon thyself, did thee brutally bring,
Sentenced thou now, to listen to requiems and elegies the dead sing.

Look at thyself, bearing the light, did thou not,
Against your God, with thy minions, did thou plot!
O Morning Star, thine rays are now blocked;
Being The Devil it is, as a servant is completely crocked.

The storm of damnation, O Dragon, did thou embrace:
Hence, on the horizon, a sorrow serenade, thou hath to face.
An everlasting story of a forever screaming scar;
O Great Lucifer, thine glory, in the sky, thyself did mar!

Till we meet again, in the end, at Doomsday;
I shall make thine Hades, ignite with thy clay.
When they have their empty epiphany, dark oceans they shall cry,
Of a life well wasted; then they all burn to ashes, and I say, 'Godspeed, God, Goodbye.'

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