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Daniel Coleman Mar 2011
I will not be a forgotten son.
No, I will not be an unremembered one.
I'll be loud and clear,
When the end comes near
The earth will remember me
For happiness or misery.
Oh be certain,
The earth will remember me.

I'll scorch the earth
In Phaeton's likeness.
Shield your eyes from the brightness
Shield yourselves from the likeness.
You gave me the torch
To take up and run,
Well i'll take up my reins
And torch the earth
With apollo's sun.
Yes, I'll scorch the earth
Like Apollo's son.

I'll not spend my days
Being the unloved one.
I'll not come out of this maze
As the forgotten son.
So take my word
When I say it won't be absurd
That I will be history.
Oh, certainly take my word,
I will be their story.

I'll unite the masses.
I'll get rid of the classes.
I'll scorch the earth
And start over new
I'll rebirth the earth
And give it to you,
and you, and you, and you.
Daniel Coleman Mar 2011
Come with me
My child, come and see
the world of glory
I offer thee.
A world of riches and power
An empire in the worlds greatest hour.

Your gestures are grand,
But at what price do you offer?
A reign greater than a king,
But what good can come
From the gift that evils bring?

The man who can do
The greatest evil
Can also do
the greatest good.
When Judas betrayed Jesus,
he did it for God to forgive us.
It was his dive into infamy
That forgave Adam's misery.

You would have me be
Your Judas,
Your ******,
Your Stalin?
I will not be your fallen,
I will not answer your calling.
The good intentions of misguided men
Are the evils that destroy them.

To you, my child
I will not lie.
It is evil that
Brings men together
And only evil
Will unite men forever.
There is an equal evil
To that which you speak.
It is the indifference of men
Who have the ability then
To defend their weak.

It is not my indifference,
That makes your offer bleak
Instead it is my preference
To remain humble and meak.
I'll tell you now,
I'd rather till and plow
To feed the poor.
I'd rather till and plow,
To stay out of lore.
Id rather sweat and bleed
On my own accord,
Than have you as my Lord.
So leave me be,
Your power is not for me.

Oh dear son,
You are a fool,
Since you will not be the one,
I'll find another tool.
I gave you a chance
To be a part of my dance;
Instead you say
You'd rather be
"Humble and meek."
To me, that sounds like
You'd rather be
Unknown and weak.
Oh dear son,
My will WILL be done.
Don't think that you're
More special than any other *****.

Be that as it may,
From my path,
I will not stray.
As I said before,
Your power is not for me.
No, I will not do your chore.
I will not be your man,
I will I will not be ******.
I bequeath you again,
Leave me be.
Daniel Coleman Mar 2011
I sat and watched
The angel give up
Before the devil ever showed up.
If Lucipher and Beelzebub can fall;
What makes you think you’re above it all?

My soul is intact
And my love and sacrifices
Came along side my vices.
But my honor
Will not come from man
And my will will not detract.

I’ve seen angels
Turn into devils;
But it was man
That took evil to new levels.
If the greatest of men failed,
What makes you think you’ll prevail?

Because my lord,
My aid is your word.
Because my lord,
My word is my sword;
And though my actions
Are not all pure
In you, I’ve a cure.

I gave you my son,
I offered you Emanuel
I beseeched protection
From the angel Gabriel.
Now he forces his one;
He curses you with Demian
As to provoke defection,
And bring your kin to evil again.
What makes you think
You can prevent his will be done?
If you fail, he as won.

The greatest gift of all,
You gave me to stand tall.
Through the breath of your voice
You bestowed on me free choice.
While evil still be done,
Man is free from none;
But while choice belongs to me
I will keep this world good and free.
Daniel Coleman Mar 2011
With thirty pieces at your feet
Isaiah's prophecy: made complete.
Your infamy sealed with a kiss
May be more compelling
Than your place on Satan's list.
Though history be untelling,
Through you His will be done
To ensure your friend
Go down as His forgiving son.
You both knew before
The bread was dipped,
The soldiers: he wanted tipped.
Apostles fell from twelve to eleven.
You secured your spot in heaven.

— The End —