Satan’s Father

Before the fire, before the fall,

Before the Devil knew it all,

There was a shadow without a name,

Whispering softly through the flame.

He taught the angels how to pray,

Then showed them how to turn away.

He planted hunger in their eyes,

Then watched them burn beneath the skies.

Lucifer never spoke his name,

But I could see it in his face.

Every scar and every sin Was something older living within.

He wore no crown,

he held no throne,

He made the darkness feel like home.

He didn’t need a world of flames,

He only needed someone to blame.

Now I know why he won’t speak,

Why every question makes him weak.

The strongest Devil that I knew

Was still afraid of something too.

Who taught the Devil how to lie?

Who taught the Devil how to cry?

Who put the darkness in his eyes And taught his heart to

love the night? Who made the angel turn away?

Who taught him everything he hates?

I finally know the one he fears… Satan’s father.

I saw him standing in the flame,

And Lucifer was not the same.

Father… You made me this way.

Father… You taught me to hate.

You gave me darkness,

you gave me pain.

You carved your image into my veins.

Who taught the Devil how to lie?

Who taught the Devil how to cry?

Who put the darkness in his eyes And left him begging for

the light? Who made the angel turn away?

Who taught him everything he hates?

Now I know the one he fears… Satan’s father.

Before the Devil…

There was a father.

Before the father…

There was a wound.

And somewhere underneath the darkness…

Something is still alive.