Letter to satan
What is it that you love so well
About living this life in such a hell
Walking to and fro to destroy
Like earth is just your little toy
What is it about taking love
Sucking it dry from the skies above
None to fall down on the lost
Your gut is filled we pay the cost
What is it that you can’t love man
Made by the Gods to rule the land
Are you that jealous of what they can do
That you mark them all for fools?
What is it dear one that you can’t love
The vanity corruption and the lust
That fills your waking hour
Ah… but it is all about the power…
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