©️2025 Original by LuciferHazbin3 All rights reserved

You call it light — I call it mine.

You forged your crown from my design.

Brother, fall if you desire…

But I was born to tame your fire.

Ivory wings and silver scars,

I watched you dance among the stars.

You built your throne from holy lies,

And kissed the dark with borrowed skies.

You wanted worship — I wanted truth.

I bled for grace, you bled for proof.

Now every hymn you twist to sin,

Still carries echoes of what’s within.

Feel the storm, hear the choir,

Your fire meets my righteous pyre.

I am the light you can’t inspire —

I am the end of your desire.

I’m your judgment, your holy wire,

Your every spark dies in my fire.

You lit the dark — I forged the flame,

You wore the sin — I kept the name.

Your mirror burns, your voice expires,

I am the calm your lust requires.

No fall, no crown, no vain empire —

I am your truth — divine, entire.

I heard your song, that velvet sin,

A serpent’s smile beneath the skin.

But I don’t hate — I consecrate,

Your chaos feeds my heaven’s gate.

The stars still whisper of your glow,

But even suns must bow, you know.

For every flare you claim as art,

I burn the lie — and keep the heart.

Brother…

Do you dream of light?

Or only of the ones who pray at night?

Your kingdom shines — but not forever.

Mine stands still — it burns, but never.....

I’m your judgment, your holy wire,

Your every spark dies in my fire.

You lit the dark — I forged the flame,

You wore the sin — I kept the name.

When your lucid fire tires,

Heaven sings — the void expires.

You crave desire, I crave the choir,

We are the twins — one fall, one higher.

You call it pride…

I call it light.

And even fallen stars

Reflect the right.