Fallen Irony

From the heights of the cosmos

To the depths of the mire
There is no escape

I admire
The naivety
Of  the damned
Since they have entered
My hellish land
They scream in pain
They moan in fear
They do not realize
I am like them
Only worse
  My domain is fearsome

Filled with servants

These burning hells

Are now my home
 My servants hate me

They long to betray me

What awaits me is slavery

 Kneeling before the throne

 I cannot be redeemed

For I defied the creator's plan

I demanded to be seen as an equal

I am perverse
I burn with ire

For I know why I am here

 The traits I have 

My beauty and charisma
Should not give me pride
They are not my own
Rather

 They were given to me

By my creator

So now I am

A master of the lands
Many think me the ruler
Holding the damned

Under my thumb

My role is one I cherish

But despite this
To rule over the lake of fire

As the lord of the unsaved
I play a role

In the drama of the cosmos

I play a role in the epic play

Of one who serves
My pride was foolish
I lost everything
By capricious whim

I am not a master

But one who serves him

Upon a throne

Within a cage

In the end he has won

There is nothing now

I am alone and ashamed

I cannot escape my servitude

My own flesh weakens
My beauty fades
My spirit was tamed

And I am alone
Inside my own lake of fire
Engulfed in hate
I refuse to submit
So I suffer
I am consumed
By my rage