The Morning Star

I sit and wait for the great debate that will depart after a start and nothing will be solved. Just a few more walls dissolved. Then it hits like a ton of bricks. And of course the answer eats away like cancer. And then the devil stalled who will be mauled. Lifting up his mace, to begin the frightful chase. Running with teeth barred, straining to be scarred. He lifts the morning star initiating the final war. Lucifer, Light Bearer, be thy name and truth is his to claim. Turning red from all the dead, He will rise in a pleasant guise. Doomed to kill us all with beauty before the fall.