Rip, speaks the note,
While the old crowd looked on,
Wondering at the sight,
Is this all there is?
Dethroned, rang loud as cymbals.

He was a prince, revere beauty he was
He craved power beyond reason
Daring to oppose the Most High
In derision, he was sent away
To throng among the seeds of man

Beget heirs of them
Became a thorn in their flesh
Swapped ruler's garb for serfs'
Then men stumbled in the dark
But the Creator was pleased, seeing deception...