The way to live is just to die;
But what happens when you're not alive to die?
A cloth of sin to man is what the flesh serves;
Against what the spirit and soul demands.
And to those beautiful creatures like humans;
Have their surest redemption tools
From unmerited favour through Grace;
Except those that choose disgrace.

Such is I in the denial of human right;
Even when I feel it's my right.
Once a self-potential king in Heaven;
Always wishing I could make it happen.
From the spiritual world of angels
I become more crafty with destructive deals.
Truly, I failed to realize enough
The very nature I am made of.

Oh! how beautifully made I am,
The melodious custodian like the great I am;
Where wind desires have brought me to where I am,
My quest of becoming like the am that I am.
I felt I was smarter;
But woefully I failed to Consider
How immortals are not conceived by sin,
Neither do they have the freedom nature to sin.

How wish I can be saved again by Grace!
After the test of my pleasure in disgrace;
More like a Christ-Like breed;
Such as humans that will always be embraced
After their numerous and countless sins;
The Blood and Grace will still prove them saints.
Oh I wish to repent but to no avail;
It's now my greatest fear of being alone in Hell.

Effi David

Satan really wish to repent just like a man but since repentance wasn't for spirit (immortal) he is now being so afraid to be alone in Hell. That is why he's trying all possible means to pull everyone to/for himself.