Next in the fallen angel series:
Sometimes when I dream I ask myself
what could have been, what would have been, what were I truly meant to be?
Yet, when awake I never doubt my greatest choice,
to be a fallen angel.
Why hesitate when blessed with all the love that only hatred brings,
when all the wild commotion, the killings and the passion,
is my most stunning work, the product of my deepest instincts.
No God without the Devil, that’s what they say,
but they are wrong, when things are well considered.
All that is ever needed
is me, is Beelzebub, is my resplendent soul.
My power is delight as well as sorrow,
a fallen angel carries light and shadow in his breast!