Walking Before God In The Devils Footprints
"The doing evil to avoid an evil cannot be good."
-Coleridge
Doing Wrong For All The Right Reasons:
He was born a spawn of the light, avoiding his fall to darkness
Tormenting the pawns of heartless, an scorching all un-charted
Voicings wrongs through targets, a purpose vanquishing sins
Somewhere he thinks an begins, for days that's safe in the end
He's using strength to defend, for this hellish army is vast
Rebellous parties would clash, him jealous, hardly will last
He'll sell'em out if he has, thoughts seem to be favoring satan
He dreams ways to be tainted, schemes, to slay what he's think'n
Breathes pains in the aching, spilt blood soils the atmosphere
Plunged, spoiled n' rotten here, floods royal n' locked in tears
Mess broiled in pots of fear, conclusions knowing no cost
Delusions roaming across, including disowning the cross
He'll do it, avoiding a loss, strike a life in the hate he would
Then sacrafice many to show a strive for the greater good
Heavens Angel Within A Hellish Body:
Golden armor stained with blood, a weapon of mass destruction
Each second he slash contruction, he'll step on a class of justice
Wreckoned, his mask adjusted, appearance vaguely discribed
His spirit faced to combined, no fear but hate in his eyes
The tears he faced was a tide, surface surrounded by enimies
Progression potential energy, aggression suspended endlessly
Wing span length the horizon, his pressence eclisped the sun
Nightfall during the day, essenced of hell expelled from lungs
Attempts to mirror his opponent, would surely lead to his demise
To think is one thing but acting...could bleed the souls of cries
Seeds from vulgar lies, spends most of his time on assumptions
How do you fight like one, and not be one, and get nothing accomplished?
Angel
"I'll fight like him if i have to, but i've become something else, and still
can not over power this being......myself"
"He who will fight the devil with his own weapons,
must not wonder if he finds him an over-match."
-South.