VII. Lucifer In The Air.

John Henry Fuseli.

Archfiend, Beelzebub, fallen from air,

Samael, open your six wings,

Carry me on top of tallest mountains,

Release me as your own,

As I crash, like thunder hitting the ground,

My spirit will raise to the air,

As intelligence, as their critic,

As a thinker, so technical,

Like a stick, that was build to be in the air,

It can break, it can withstand, the air at the same time,

Just like in nightmares,

Forever I remain in free falls.

Published by Dr. Qwufua Broomstick.

Writer,Researcher,Artist, love diversity, Conjurer.

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