Some laugh at the long haired man in rags holding forever "THE END IS TONITE"
and one night he will be right, then nobody will be laughing as the four riders arrive...but, which night it will be?

He was born by the love
of a forgiving father that,
in the face of nothingness,
took eternal darkness night
and made in six long eons
an oasis in a barren skies.

Like us, made of His image,
solitude even God doesn’t like,
surrounding Himself with angels
looked down upon the new man
now living in His oasis without
guilty, pure under His sight.

But among all His faithful sons
was a most beautiful one
wishing to be over all the others,
his Father’s Number One,
and he didn’t wanted to be called
for and Angel but for Satan.

Not getting his will he rebelled
of his Fathers will…all against,
with such savagery taking others
like marching blinded mice,
trying to overrun the Almighty
their Father, the Ruler of the Sky.

And the Lord made a pentagram
where only fire can be the light,
envy, malice, desire and cruelty
will make five with a rotten heart
the points where eternal fire burns,
of that cursed, by Him, a burning star.