From where do these horns arise?
From the fiery pits of Hell, I surmise.
Where does your evilness come from?
I fear a demon you will become.
What of the vestigial tail growing from your behind?
I cannot console the old you from the dark you in my mind.
What happened to the old you I used to know?
Now your eyes, with the fires of hell, aglow.
Why do you travel this dark, shadowy world alone?
Why am I chained, dying, bleeding, tortured, to this brimstone?
Could I really be falling for the baddest of the bad,
The archangel relegated to the status of nomad?
Were you cast out of Heaven for loving too much,
Betrayed by God and granted a satanic touch?
Do you want revenge, Lucifer?
Go ahead and smite His favorite crucifer.