Luc

This was a quick piece while watching the Zimmerman Trial.  I don't have much explanation because I feel the direction unravels itself as it's read.  If there are any misunderstandings ask away!  Enjoy and adjust...your views and understandings!

My Father's son, I was His Morning.

I brought Him much pleasure, no question, I did what I was told even when I knew much better.

Or so I thought.

I deceived myself to think my unparalleled notions were omni;

Potent, presence or science, I didn't want to be like my Father, better I knew I could be;

My own lies, I was convinced, caused my Father to turn His back on me.

Fallen from His grace, I was no longer permitted;

Thrown into the world but I still insisted I need not His favor, nor His riches, not even be inside His gates.

My Father allowed me to do my own will as a test to prove He was right. 

I hit Him where He hurts the most, with the fraction of the image in His own sight.

 

I'm a talker, soul mate stalker, but every knows this;

Suave and slick-tongued, I convinced a housewife of a better pictured-perfect bliss.

Source of life, she was told better, but I excited her senses to what could be;

I redirected her attention, sweeping her from her Ground, haze over her eyes from Him she couldn't see.

Had her eating life's succulent fruit from its branches.

An affair in her mind, she succumb to her own hearted innocence without any chances.

Her stance was, I coaxed her, gave her a false sense of what life's hopes were.

She in return ropes him, then ashamedly told him.

Knew my Father would be angry, so they hid from Him and I proved my win.

 

That was just the Beginning, the Genesis to my opus.

I failed more times than I succeeded and my strife caused my revenge to want to be seceded.

It was His Job, but I tried the position.

A gradual increase with His permission, is my will to destroy good, all who are without christening.

Its not as hard as it once was to deceit, destroy and kill.

I was able to cause disbelief in my Father, even worshiped by some on their own free will.

My name is Luc, short for Lucifer.

Go ahead, don't believe in me.

As you were...your only way out came with frankincense and myrrh.

In the end there is no crying or no plea.  Only a lake of fire, eternal damnation along with me.

Arch1tekt™