In his high vain glory
Awestruck when He enthroned Adam king over all...
The words stung like a venomous arrow
Completing the thick brew of hate stirred with shame.
Fallen he was, devious still he was
To plot his loft plot plot on El's soft spot

The Divine has concluded the story
And I feel sorry
For everyone born will suffer only to be made tougher
Through fire and Ice
The true sons of God will rise
Like before the era of technology
An era we embrace with eulogy...

An angel saw
And it cried woe
Upon the tiny earth
For he cometh In his wrath.