You walked the earth years ago on glowing centaur’s hooves
You cast your lots among the chaff, a fallen angel approves
You’ve been so many times and places history owes you a debt
You’ve laid so many crimes and faces, the son that is just won’t set
You carry on, better than any following the inexact light
You grasp for control, talons ablaze in petty and cruel delight
If you know you’re doing this, you must be demon’s pawn
A Creator would not wanting you wasting His glorious dawn.