Oh Fallen Imp

Rick Swartzentrover 02/28/98

 

Oh fallen Imp
State that you’re in
Once Sapphire wings
Covered in dead skin

Look at the height
From which you have fallen
God’s Sweet voice
Never hear callin’

Your goal was to be
Like the most High
Worshiped yourself
And swallowed a lie

Misery Incarnate
Eternally dead
Tried bruising God’s heal
Wound up crushing your head

Hater of Christians
Hater of Jews
Hater of mankind
Know you will lose

War that you began
Is already lost
Lost before it started
Didn’t count all the cost

Son of the Morning
Lucifer fell
Had all of heaven
Now only has Hell

You’re going to Hell
I won’t shed a tear
When you’re finally judged
I’ll raise a great cheer


 
   Hey mister Satan
   I've got something to say
   I'm one of the fish
   One that got away

   You've used and abused me
   And enslaved me for years
   You've tortured my Spirit
   You've laughed at my tears

   The strings have been cut
   I'm your puppet no more
   Go find a new lover
   I'm no longer your Whore

   So go to Hell
   You impotent Imp
   You may grind the organ
   But I'm no longer your chimp

   I serve a new Drummer
   He has His own beat
   His Music is love
   And His tempo is sweet

   You once called him Father
   You once called Him Boss
   You once called Him Loser
   As He hung on your cross

   Who’s loser now
   Oh, open your eyes
   King of the Dung Heap
   Lord of the flies

 
 
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