In the aftermath of Eden's fall,

Echoes of sin, they touch us all.

The Son descends, in sorrow clad,

To judge the souls of those misled.


Beneath the burden of their sin,

The world transformed from what had been.

Through tear-stained eyes, the fallen see,

The harsh decree of destiny.


From darkest pits, the shadows stir,

Sin and Death, the world's new cur.

A bridge they craft with baleful art,

From Hell's deep moan to Earth's faint heart.


Beneath the burden of their sin,

The world transformed from what had been.

Through tear-stained eyes, the fallen see,

The harsh decree of destiny.


Satan, in his guise returned,

Finds his pride now spurned and burned.

Derision waits in hellish halls,

Where scorn like sleet on his spirit falls.


Amidst the hisses of defeat,

He treads the gloom with weary feet.

Yet Earth now wears the serpent's trail,

As sin and death begin their tale.


So echoes fade in the mortal plane,

Leaving scars of grief and pain.

From paradise, now far removed,

The somber truth, deeply proved.

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