I was created by alcoholism and psychosis
a concoction only by the devil himself,
perhaps to add some flare to earth.
I knew it at birth
the holy water seemingly burned my flesh at
baptism
as he gave a little wink through fire and secret messages.
Lily, Lily, Lily
you were never quite right.
the belt that whipped across my torso made me smile
so you stopped.
Lily, Lily, Lily
You'll get it one day.
Perhaps while I am scattering your ashes into the fire to make sure you're dead.
You always told me just how unfair the world is.
But thats what makes it all so special.
Lucifer threw me curve ***** so I could throw them back at you.
Who knew what happened then.