Matter of fire
Behind mask of a pious
With a wicked desire
Playing Abstentious


Flooded with pride
Hiding ungodly side
Hellish and holy alongside
Desire of realm, he couldn't hide


Adam was created
Devil's dream cremated
Bow to Adam, Lord stated
Devil's pride didn't Prostrated


Lucifer stood bold
Self burning, heart cold
Envy took hold

Million years worship still malicious
Slowly unveiling the mask of pious


How can I, a being of fire
Bow to a being created by earth?
How can I, whom angels admire
Prostrate to one, you just gave birth.


Replied the Holy wise
In his calm voice
I was all aware, of your hidden vice
How could your wickedness be revealed otherwise?


It's neither about worshipping
Nor about the praise
Obedience is the true thing
Saint's secret in one phrase


Knowing that his plan was all now ruined
But in the picture of universe he stayed tuned..
Asked the Lord, what do I get for all the worship
You say you always reward for someone's effort
I know I'm ******, away from Noah's ship


Ask what you may, it'll be granted
Said the mighty Lord
To what I say, I always accord


He asked for a life, extending to the end day
So he could deceive Adam & his sons
And to hell with Adam hey could sway
But not just Adam, but the coming billions


Said the Lord, do what you may
Leave heaven, on earth you can stay
With my creation games you can play
But the believers, you can't take them away.


Enemy of Adam is now free

Rooted by holy and evil, a tree

Stinging with providing honey a bee.