Falling From Grace

"I wake up everyday looking upon the creations as they build.

I see that they are smart and I receive chills.

Everyday, they evolve and add points to their souls.

I dance on the moon and fly as I invent the crows.

I grant them gold and other shines to mold-

Their society and as they grow. I see a chance for war.

I recieve a sensation to my very core.

I wonder, Does Father know?

Not possible, he is much too old.

I continue to hurt them and shape their minds.

I think ill stay and take away the kind.

I grow in their hearts and finally Father has something he wants to say.

Lucifer, What hast thou done?

I reply i just don't know. For i have been drinking rum.

I was carried away into my corruption.

I invented evil and seduction

He replies  I grant you the name of Satan for you are cursed.

You gave them axes and blades and invented evil birds.

It would seem I have been defaced and i have finally fallen from grace."

- Jasen Scarbrough 5:23 am 8/7/2017