In the
home of perfection,
where
there is no night.
Came the
first rebellion,
from a
creature of light.
Just one
wrong choice,
and
rebellion was born.
Then
eternal destruction,
for the
one who had scorned.
War in the
heavens,
was what
it had birthed.
The
scorners fell like lighting,
banished
to earth.
In the
garden of perfection,
made by
God's own hand.
Even
there,
rebellion...
came to the land.
Two of
perfection,
and one
wrong choice.
Both gave
an ear,
when
rebellion gave voice.
Fallen and
banished,
like the
scorners before.
First
spirit then flesh,
perfect no
more.
From a
moment in eternity,
until the
time of the end.
Rebellion
remains pregnant,
birthing
its sin.
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