He was a god
But only to those who knew him
He was their sun
Warming the hearts of those he had touched.

He was of the Holy Spirit
But only in his words
He was also the darkness
Spreading his lies and deceit

He was the moon
Hiding all of his intentions
He was the devil
Promising words of ill-gotten gain

He is the right hand of glory
He is the left hand of darkness
His desire to want more
His pride to never die

The hatred to keep burning
The sadness that is always overwhelming
The passions that are always endearing
He is the spirit that is inside all of us.

He is no hero
He is no zero
He is of flesh and blood

In this tragic story
He is human.