VII. Lucifer In The Air.

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 beContinue reading “VII. Lucifer In The Air.”