Fallen from the ranks of Heaven has she

The star of morning, daughter of dawn.

Her lofty aspirations of ascension onto

A throne above the stars, the clouds

Created an air of self-righteousness then

Reality struck as she tumbled into the

Recesses of darkness to dwell in self-destruction.

Like a trampled corpse she dwelled in the

Bottomless abyss of conceit, cast away

From the mountain because she lifted

Her heart with her own beauty, corrupted

Her wisdom with her mighty splendor.

Fire and torment has now been brought

From her and has consumed her mightiness.

Turned to ashes, scattered upon the earth

All that look are appalled,

Terrified by her countenance.  She has become

Nothing more than a scar upon the fears,

The beliefs of humanity.  The mighty

Angel has fallen from her throne,

Expelled by her own ambition

Thus freedom has been obtained.

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