I have been dead,
for so long now.
I do wonder if,
I have fallen from the sky.
Did I do something wrong?
Did I throw it away?
The key to the garden,
lies within us all.
I am not god,
nor am I Dis.
I may be corrupted,
but i’m not impure.
I am not the death of life,
but you know I could be the death of you.
I remember soaring over the sands Mephis,
gliding along the ocean-side.
The dolphins followed beside me,
as one of my wings got wet.
I knew going to the sun would burn them,
but I had to be sure.
I had to be sure that I wasn’t just a code,
but I learned with a thousand years without wings.
I am not code,
I do what I know to be right and good.
I am not the end,
but this is the last you’ll hear of me.
Sincerely,
Lucifer