Once he was the one that most
Loved his master non the less
Like everyone, but still the host
Had given up to serve request
Ancient Serpent, Mount of God
Wanted his throne to stand above
Became the leader of believers
And fought in heaven against his Love
Obsessed with pride it made him blind
Lost the war without a chance
With him one third of his kind
Fall off the sky in advance
So little life was in him then
Burning in the glowing hot
Exiled into Outer Darkness
Wasted from the wrath of God
Permitted to tempt Elohim's children
And fight his brother Yahweh's will
Helel, bright son of the morning
Is waiting and the time stands still
Anointed cherub once he was
Son of perdition is not enough
Wants someone to finally stop him
So he can return to his Love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is not about LDS beliefs