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My broken wings, a fallen angel has been born-
thorn apart from reality, quality as in fine wine,
my taste so bitter...

Depended on a religious creed to feed me
immortality- blasphemy against his spirit is not
forgiven, living condemned, disown by by father...

I can see Heaven from my throne, this heat never
slows- but time does and I'm in control, my own
Army I control, "Father, look at me now, this is what
I've become."

Welcome to the underworld, not much different than
yours...my name is proclaimed here and there, I'm
not a rare sight; a handsome devil in disguise.

Eternal flames keep me warm, yet my heart is too cold-
no remorse, I see a new Heavenly war, a battle for
Zion. All I'll get is a thousand years, but I'll run loose,
you'll lose!!

Discipline upon this earth shall be established, my laws
you'll obey, betray your father and brother, disobey your
mother, incest with the daughters...

I see the sinners, born-again leaders, and religious
fanatics everyday in this stinking world, agreeing and
disagreeing on what they know or don't want to...

I pity you all for being such fools, I'm whipping you with
my tale....WAKE UP!!! Sleep with one eye open, hoping
in your prayers that I'm lying...

While I contemplate my next move, try to figure me out-
I'm coming to get you. I might of lost a pair of wings, the
horns on my head are deadlier...

Frightening days are ahead, don't be alarmed is what I
say, just a friendly reminder from the one who is dead...
The Lizard Prince.