I lorded over my Lord's earthly beings,
The fruit forbidden proven sweetest
Dressed in nothings, fast descending
Oh foolish ones, you heeded my verses
Yet His mercy is endless, I do know
Regrets I know not, I reap what I sow
He grants me the one thing, this yearning
Trials of faith, and short of nothing
To the end and beyond, I am fear
A precious ransom is a rolling tear
And risen from the fall, I pay the price
Of one who's fallen through a rise.
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The Fallen
Spiritual"How do I fall? I helped myself. How do I rise up? I demand infinite second helpings." An imagination of the ultimate outcast, Ar Rajim aka Iblis recounting his descend from Paradise.
