Fallen Seraph Poem by Wesley Mincin

Fallen Seraph

He stands before the house of high,
with knowledge that he cannot die.
Upon a realm within the sky
The Seraph of the Angels

He is the one to see things through,
the missions that the angels do,
while carrying out his orders, too.
The Seraph of the Angels

Neglect from God is the first sign
Attention to human's benign
His soul and anger intertwine
The Seraph of the Angels

He confronts God's authority,
and calls him a selfish deity,
who demands the worship of you and me.
The Seraph of the Angels

With distaste, he is thrown to Hell,
the darkened land in which he'll dwell.
A place where all the Angels fell
No longer Heaven's Seraph

Nine sub-levels of Hell he makes
Resenting God, the one of fakes
The heartless one who takes and takes
No longer Heaven's Seraph

In Hell he lights and works the fire
A cunning one who never tires
Yet close-minded; I don't admire
No longer Heaven's Seraph

He strips the name that God gave him,
and chose a name of vile sin.
His loving heart has then grown thin
From Lucifer to Satan

Then, God denounces him a trickster
An evil, cunning, dark deceiver,
and marks a sin as his demeanor.
From Lucifer to Satan

Now he balances out the scales
His name is legend in many tales
Scapegoat for God for when He fails
He's sealed his name as Satan