Lucifer,
Son of the morning, archangel, light bringer and anointed cherub.

Christ-like beneath the Buddha's lotus, cross legged; wield the cadeceus to heal a generation in exodus.
Your foetus born from the waters of Aquarius
At the turn of the millennium
Connects and assembles as one the servants of the lamb.
In the name of love and peace; sacrifice liberty for sake of security.
"And what's in it for me ?",
"My, me, mine inner divinity !"
Your sheep's mantra, new age and perverted for all.

For one whom through toil pleases the world
And lurks not beneath affliction and fear to be mocked and grieved by worthless seers
Or bitter crowds and envious lies.

For he, his work shall seep
In every age and every street
The seeds of truth's design

Verbal vessels, mediators of truth,
Slaves to the tongue and puppets to the tone,
Sculptors of perception and arrows to the bone.

Vassals to power, preachers to the meek,
Weavers of illusions and aphrodisiacs to woman's ear.
But most of all, carriers of either greatness or downfall.