One fine day up in Heaven a bright angel came to say
"Come with me all my brethren, come see something new this day!"
The others felt a kind of fear: Heaven was the Lord's own realm -
How could something new be here? To them he said: "So. Demand
Things of God will you? Come now, He doesn't pay attention
To us anymore. Come. Now." Ah, but there is contention.
Aye, even in the heavens. "Brother, something's wrong with you.
You go off alone and then aay that we should trust you too."
To his brother made reply: "In God's court we servants dance.
Come now, Michael, don't you lie: Don't you want to take a chance?"
Michael frowned. "What do you mean? Heaven is unchanging, bro.
I'm afraid I cannot glean why you say this isn't so."
"Brother! Must I be perverse? Must I speak of this folly?
He has made a universe! Yes, again! Are you jolly?"
"Luce, how can you claim that?" "I? You would blame me for this?
Tell me, how's it my fault that our music can't bring Him bliss?"
The eldest's anger was real so the others went to see
And lo! they saw, and did feel something new to them. Now me
And you, we know jealousy. but it was a terrible thing
For them: they could only see that there'd been a supplanting,
Others raised higher than them. It had happened once before
And so it could happen once again. He could get lost in making,
Close the universe to them and work on it, forsaking
His first creations for them. But this one still had a door
And by it stood Lucifer. "He has not made souled ones yet.
We could enter into her." "And be loved truly?" "You bet,"
He cried. "You could become real!" and none of them understood
They'd just been given a deal. Possibly they never would.

Everyone is a user
And everyone is abused
And he - the one called loser -
Knew what it meant to be used.

When they had Lucifer's trail no one spoke in his defense
Even though he dressed in style and his arguments made sense.
This was God's Court, and his will (As everybody their knew)
Was, simply, infallible. This thing was known to be true.
So for his heinous crime the first salesman was condemned
To have to sell all the time, to try and make angels damned.
Yet afterwards some whispered "Satan did so very well.
Perhaps, just perhaps, God erred i n giving Satan this Hell?"
But how could even He forsee that fallen angels would take
A dark Hell they could see o'er a Heaven they couldn't make?

Is it any wonder then
That the next salesman was God,
Who said he'd free them from sin
If in His path they would trod?

- Josh MacLeod, 2002