He once raised the heavens, then left to judge his fate;

" Never again should you be here", yelled the good;

As he flaired his horns, and crashed through the gate;

Deep inside the earth, where rivers of lava run thick;

Thinking to himself, " He knows the reason he fell" ;

He then came to rest in an endless inferno;

An unholy saint is starting a new form of heaven,

that would soon be "Hell" ;

Once the mighty soul in a land that strayed;

The gold, the wine, cotton clouds of white fuzz;

Waking from his dream in a cold bitter sweat;

He said with a grin, " It is true...I am the "God who was".