He has risen from the fiery wreckage.
Out of the sunroof and onto the highway.
Around him a blur, frozen in time are the medics, the smell of burning flesh, firemen, cries (cry).
                       "DID I CAUSE THIS?"
He questions as he stumbles over the rusted metal guard rail.
Tumbling down the small hill into the watery, polluted ditch that reeked of sewage and micro-organisms spawning and breeding in stench and refuse his eyes look up.
To the image of Christ- hands posed in prayer, robed in ethereal white-
                       "DEAR LORD-"
He begins only then noticing the horns and pitch fork decorating the graffitied mural on the side of the abandoned train car.
                       (FATHER, SON, AND THE HOLY SP-)
"I've fooled you,"
The spray painted relic booms,
"You thought you had won? HAH! You've sold your soul. Idiot. It is in my possession. Right here in your own personal HELL. Locked up in this train. For always and eternity."
The man cringed and something in him broke.
He touched the wound an inch to the left of his sternum
                      "FUCKFUCKFUCKFU-"
He watched the contortion on the Devil's face (hark! The herald angels sing) as he laughed at his misfortune.
Eyes heavy, (glory) clothing half crusted with grime, mouth (to the) ajar,
The man stands up and trudges back to his crippled car, slides through the shattered glass crystals, menacing, back into the drivers seat (new born)
And falls asleep.
Inhaling the ever-present smoke.
(King)
*Hallelujah.