Advocate of the Master Plan

I, the roaring lion...on the prowl...hunting
Seeking whom to devour. In him, I have found.
Expelled from the throne of the Empyrean.
Forsaken and abandoned. No one by my side.
Severed from the pretense of love.
Constricted in my grasp, I chose to crush the dove.
Set to rule the underworld. The hour is now at hand.
Time, my nemesis, the thorn in my side
Collecting my marionettes, across the sphere of this land.
Fragments of my master plan, eternally with me they abide.
Only one remains to lead them all.
The advocate to conclude my master plan.
In me he shall confide, exalted only left to fall.
Finally, our tracks coincide!
So simple it shall be, to deceive in the midst of his misery!
My presence, encompassing, a fervent embrace received with longing.
To become a new creature, life made anew,
To live with purpose, importance, endless possibilities in view.
As one we shall dominate, the lie made to a fool.
And in his lust for purpose and authority,
The pact has been made, stripped is his dignity.