Lucifer has fallen but you should know he didn't go down on his own.
He didn't jump down he was pushed.
The angels in their pure white silks stripped him down, took turns savoring his pure skin.
They cut his wings and covered him on ash, left marks on his pure neck.
Presented him to God who bowed his head on shame.
He commanded the deadly sins on his name; his last gift for the prodigal son.
He casted him down, gave him a kingdom and a star.
Gave him lust and wine and angry animals ready to fight.
Told him to start an Empire and get ready for the final war.
Lucifer has fallen and now he regrets all of those prayers wasted on His name.
His lips are still sour and his back still aches.
He'll take your soul.
Lucifer has fallen.

She is the messenger of God
and she is also the definition of sin.
She wears red underneath the black and her  lips are still warm with yesterday's prayers.
And while he was touching her skin and they were both close the light broke and from her lips the dirtiest little sentence came out in a white puff of pure ******;

                       "Oh God have mercy!"

This was never a joke
this was no mistake
and at the end
when he does the trial
he'll laugh
at the sight of your blood splatered face
because at the end;
          you got what you deserve.