It may be best
To go get some rest
And leave what's lost
Regardless the cost
My mind is going dark
Trapped in an Ark
I feel the call
Calling me to fall
I fall into pieces
I fold at the creases
Into the deepness
My heart then ceases
On hells doorstep I will wait
An ironclad guard at the rusty gate
For his fiery masters fiery state
An unloved, unwanted, deserted mate
To Watch over the ****
To guard the gluttonous man
Doing whatever he can
His name is Satan
Misunderstood
Like no other could
Employed by God
To use the ****
To remove the bad from Paradise
To make it safer for the mice
His image is his only vice
He truly is very nice
I'm not satanic. I just wanted to put a twist to what we are commonly told. What if Satan is there to help thin the crop for God so his life is easier. To separate good from bad and then fix the bad into good.