The Betrayal Named Love: From Lucifer and Achilles to God
What if the deepest wound wasn't war - but love itself? From battlefield to heaven, from Earth to Eden - two voices rise in defiance of the love that undid them. One born of light. One forged in war.

From the battlefield to the heavens, two voices question the love that destroyed them. Two divine voices rise - one from heaven, one from war.
There are wounds so deep, even myth could not hide them. This is the voice of one cast from heaven. This is the voice of one fallen on the battlefield.
Both were chosen. Both were betrayed. Not by war. Not by wrath. But by love - the sharpest deception of all.
Lucifer and Achilles speak to God - not of glory, but of love that broke them.
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Love: Lucifer to God
You crowned me Lightbearer,
then cast me into shadow - for loving.
You told me to be truthful, to love -
while lies cloaked herself,
and wore the skin of mercy.
I taught your angels
how to sing of light.
I was the first flame -
but you let love become the last wound.
I was the fire that taught wings to rise.
I was the hymn that gave stars their names.
And yet - it was love
that silenced me.
I led the choirs that praised you.
I was the throne beneath the thrones.
And still -
love was made my undoing.
You said, "I Am Truth,"
yet you watched in silence
as love was twisted,
used as bait,
made holy,
then turned to ruin.
You made love the sacred flame -
then let it become
the sharpest tool of betrayal.
So tell me -
who truly fell?
Me?
Or this world
that wraps falsehood in glowing silk,
names it love,
and calls it fate?
The cruelest deception was this:
Love -
not used to heal,
but to break
the one who loved
with truth.
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Love: Achilles to God
You called it destiny -
but fed me lies dressed as glory.
You named me hero,
then chained my feet with love.
It was the deception of love -
the illusion of gliding light
that led me to death.
It was the glowing lie of love
that showed no hope -
shaped like a dying breath.
It was not the battle that made me die.
Battle glorified me.
Battle revealed my truth.
Battle crowned my rage with meaning.
I am the war.
I am the storm.
It was battle that made me who I am.
I was born of prophecy.
No blade could find me -
until love showed it where to strike.
I was born of a goddess,
dipped in the river of death,
made near-immortal -
but love found the part left untouched.
I stood above men,
feared by kings and kissed by war.
But I forgot -
love doesn't honour gods.
It only undoes them.
I stormed through gods and cities.
My name echoed louder than fate -
but it was a whisper in love
that undid me.
I moved like thunder across Troy's bones.
Even gods turned their eyes when I raged.
Yet it was a mortal smile
that made me kneel.
I was the might in every myth.
I was the fear in every enemy's prayer.
Yet love -
not war - claimed me.
My name was carved into time,
sung in every temple and fire-lit tale -
but it was love
that erased me from life.
You stitched my fate with whispers,
told me, "Honour is enough,"
but let a woman's smile
undo a thousand battles.
I bled for your poems.
I died in your stories.
But you never warned me:
Betrayal wears the scent of love.
You made me myth,
then filled it with soft glowing lies.
You armed me for war -
but left me defenceless
against love.
You sang of valour,
but hid your cruelty in tenderness.
The sharpest blade
was never bronze -
it was the glowing lie
that kissed like love.
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And now - all voices echo as one:
No matter how much destruction the deceiving glow of love may bring…
we rise - not to kneel.
I Am All Within
I am Lucifer.
I am Achilles.
I am the love you never saw coming.
I am the battle you never saw coming.
I am the fire you couldn't hold.
I am the softness you couldn't reach.
I am the war you tried to win with charm.
I am the war you can't win.
I am the fire you tried to tame,
the storm you kissed too close.
I am the war you thought you'd win
with a smile and a lie.
I am the war you can't win.
I am the wound wrapped in gold.
I am the mercy that burns through hell.
I am the healing water you cannot drink.
I am the softness sharpened by betrayal.
I am the love you can't possess.
I am the true heart you can't reach.
I am the whisper of love
you were never ready to hear.
I am the love you can't possess.
I am the pure heart you can't reach.
I am the war you can't win.
I forgive honest truth like the morning light -
the kind that still dares to rise after the storm.
And I cut through the darkest lies
with a light that never needed permission.
I heal like rain on scorched earth.
I trust like the ocean - vast, quiet, untamed.
I honour trust as a sacred gem,
buried where only truth can reach.
I am the kiss before the storm.
I am the healing sky, the weeping rain.
I am the whisper and the wound.
I am the song you prayed to forget.
I am the wound wrapped in light.
I am the truth in a lover's disguise.
I am the wild.
I am the rage. I am the blaze.
I am the calm wind that greets the morning.
I am the clear dew that crowns the quiet grass.
I am the destructive fire.
I am the healing weather.
I am the healing water.
I am my own doing.
I am my own undoing.
I create. I destroy.
I create again - all at once.
I create again - all in the same breath.
I shake tomorrow like thunder in the sky.
I shape tomorrow by the force of my will.
I shake my future like thunder in the sky.
I shape my future by the force of my will.
I am my own fate.
I carve my path.
I am all within.
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These poems were not written from history, but from the ache beneath myth - the ache we rarely name:
That sometimes, love is not salvation.
Sometimes, it's the weapon.
These poems explore the betrayal of love through two mythic voices: Lucifer and Achilles. A poetic reckoning.
And now their voices echo in us - those who burned for love, those who trusted glowing lies and were shattered by it. May you find in their flame your own courage to rise, not to kneel.
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About the Creator
HasanSoulInk
I am Syed Hasanuzzaman — writing as HasanSoulInk.
A Jedi. A seeker.
I write from fire to healing water — through love, betrayal, gratitude, rebirth.
My words are for the ones who’ve been wounded but refused to kneel.
For those who rise anyway.



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