How much importance is given.
To Satan, the son of God,
Whomever
To a hierarchy of nothing,
Or so few.
An obsession with open war.
Oh age where delusion could be a blessing
Considering the proper words were written.
I have spoken.
After paradise lost,
You value others most
Your nonexistent soul, exhaust.
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