⠀ ⠀ ⠀ he who’s judged
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ as king of evil
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ speaks the purest of all the truth
for the words that come ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
from the devil’s tongue ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
mirror the vilest of one’s ruse ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ he whose penance
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ is to bring down judgement
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ to souls, sullen, in sinful whelm
a slumbering deep ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
in sacred darkness ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
a sinister core to an infernal realm ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ his monstrous face
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ gives grimful shape
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ to his grief and hideous sorrow
in dawn-less nights ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
and lucid spite ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
shedding wings and dusting halos ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ he seeks salvation
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ and absolution
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ from sins of his foolish arrogance
for his scarlet rage ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
now gone in ages ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
Drowned in shameful ignorance ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ in desperation
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ he seeks redemption
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ imposing justice as the devil
will he be forgiven? ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
his sins forgotten? ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
or will darkness pull him back towards Evil? ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
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