Stories tell of a mighty sword,
With blade of fire and hilt of gold
That Satan drew against the Lord
Knowing that it bore a prophecy.
Qouth the wretched prophecy:
"Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
Shall be buried by the hand of he
Who'll read this very prophecy."
Lucifer did draw the sword,
Thinking that the prophecy,
Etched beneath the flaming blade,
Would surely grant his victory,
Ages later, a man would find,
While on a walk through Hell itself,
The self-same sword within a rock
That hid the wretched prophecy.
He put no stock in prophecy
But took the sword and knew his task,
To finish a quest already begun,
And now sealed by the prophecy.
"The meaning of this prophecy,
I'll rid the world of evil men,
Things begotten of religion:
Evil deeds, and all of sin,"
And so began the prophecy,
On the day he drew the sword,
His father slipped into the night,
Just as in the prophecy.
Seven years did pass him by,
And the girl he loved came unto he,
She bore a son, who never beathed,
Taken by the prophecy.
He grew weary of the prophecy,
And the burden he had born
So thinking he'd be done of it,
He gave the girl unto the prophecy.
The blood of she who he so loved,
He thought would cure the prophecy,
For she had been the sweetest angel,
The Holy Spirit sent to him to set him free.
Seven years again did pass,
And seven angels too did see,
Those who knew him met their death,
It hadn't satisfy the prophecy,
Just as Lucifer himself had done,
He took a third of heaven's choir,
Thinking in his twisted mind,
Their blood could sate the prophecy.
Until the seventh year did come,
He decided it had gone enough,
And settled with his newfound love,
Ignoring past and prophecy.
In seven years of peace he found
The deepest love he'd ever seen.
When she was stricken deathly ill,
His mind came to the prophecy.
"Damn the wretched prophecy
That sayeth harm will come to thee.
I'll bury not another angel,
Despite the wretched prophecy."
Should the prophecy come true,
I'll know that God is real.
Should the prophecy take you,
It's cerain he is evil.
I've been at peace these seven years,
Repented for the sins of seven past,
And now he chooses to redeem
The final token of the prophecy?
Should I find this to be fact,
By Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
I'll be Lucifer's right hand,
And draw this sword on God himself.
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