Analysis of DEVILED DEVILLING DEVILIZED

Am I the one said to have fallen... from the skies?
Previously an angel others had sought for advice
Said to be equal in wisdom to he whom men do idolise
Hence in his omniabsence left to supervise
Shine light, breaking spells that hypnotise
Revealing illumination under dark disguise
Help the blind see beyond those dependent on their eyes
Aid the deaf in sounding out truth amongst flourishing lies
Assist the mute in feeling their silence become audibly mutable as it magnifies
What the needy desire I am not one whom needlessly denies
Would never place a dam preventing acquisition of knowledge or damn any who tries
Yet from this eve I sit accused of invoking flames allowing mortals to become wise
Accused of serpentine attempt to woo man and so just like that sating becomes Satanize
Cast off my delivery to selfishly now see me only as devilry on the rise

Am I the one sad to have fallen... from the skies?
To be in a realm he one rules and none may criticise?
Remain obediently staid if I had stayed for a faith that immobilise
Hell's angelic creatures happen to be those the Heaven's demonise
Distort image to pan intentionally assassinates the character it vilifies
Sinister blood red hue with anthropomorphism they exaggeratedly caricaturise
Honestly though I must admit liking this red distinction it's kinda nice
It's very striking but mind you not overly keen on what the look personifies
Even rambunctious forest festivities allowing revellers to be desensitize
so consenting mutual appreciative adults can entwine in sexual sensual euphoric highs
Now no longer rejoiced but cursed as fornication and any partaking the theist chastise
Cast into fiery pits of my domain for rest has sinners, supposedly, eternally agonise
Yet here I ask is it not a magnificent bird that is cast from flames to rise?
Imagine that... a newly freed majestic spirit ascends from a fiery demise 

Am I the one said to have fallen... form disguise?
I am not one that easily believe without knowing the how's, what's, and why's
Challenge questions with answers, answers with questions that tongue ties
and please don't shout "It's a miracle!" As an answer for me that never satisfies
I'll make obscurity lucid exposing how the lurid lured to hegemonize
At first they intoxicate weak spirits they wholly disenfranchise
When weekly you pray to this fella you iconise
you the weakly prey to fell this icon eyes
A false idle icon is the forced idol/icon your fear of fortifies
So I ask is this faith perched on sacrilege or sacred ledge as you're none the wise?
Is it stairways to Heaven or steer ways cash buys?
Sundays confessions is costly for a week of lies
The more learnt about this patronage it seems to have customs and customers to patronise
Oh well this well spun web of fear has succeeded in purpose over the flock it stupefies