if you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like it
and if you want to raise to the heavens, first you must plummet
and fall, to the scorched earth, losing whatever Godly crown you held
that was placed upon your head when you knelt down before Him
begging for power and might- you got it, you took it,
you led a whole nation to what you thought was salvation
but the fire inside you burned your heart out- it was too much-
you said, if I cannot reach heaven, then I will raise hell
and raise hell you did, creating hell on earth, pulling the
demonic spirits from leagues below the surface painfully, inch
by inch, you called them to us; if there is a God
He will have to beg for their forgiveness, won't He, because
you claimed the throne of God and sat on it
the starched pants cannot hold atop heavenly gold- and in the end,
not even you, Führer the ******, Führer the gory-
you had power and might but you could never have glory
you took what was not yours and you sliced and you gassed
the sons of our mothers were left gasping as they died under
your thumb, there is no more thunder left to call anyone home
there is nothing, there is nothing, and from this death lesson we learn:
to God tis' glory, and when men aspire
tis' but a spark too much of heavenly fire.