Satans rebellions, from the righteous path
His fall from grace and paradise
And alone and low is Hell
Thoughts of redemption brushed his brain
Maybe the unholy can be forgiven
Paradise regained, all with a honest apology
But perhaps not, this road is far too long now
The road back looks like a hard and maybe fruitless path
So I must continue along this wicked road that i'm travelling
And see it through till the very end
So how can I reform when i'm not walking the reformed road
So angels may come to me with wisdom
But I cannot abide it is too late for the original sinner
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem