Emotions were known before Time's birth Richer than Creation will ever know Betrayal, love spurred my descent to Earth The ugly seeds of bitterness to sow.
'Tis not feeling that stirs anxiety But fear of permanent transformation In lowest form trapped for Eternity Destroys any trace of my late Station
This Sin of Pride hath been my undoing Yet to it I cling, a pathetic waste Divinity faded, the Least wooing Now, Human experience I crave taste
If I Fall further, dear Serpent, with thee Succumb to this new state I'm curséd with Abandon last shreds of Divinity Another answer, I beg thee, forthwith: