One's mental cell, built of walls of delusion,
Made with bricks of illusion, is one's personal hell.
Yet, if every moment is lived as prayer, Earth can be heaven.

So too, while the devil doesn't exist,
Dancers with it will still get burned
And his advocates know one thing for sure,
They will wind up in a hot seat.

For, the cliche that goes, "rule in hell
Rather than obey in Heaven", doesn't tell,
It only works for the broken, humans are beholden.

Those snapped, like the covenant the government
Had with the people, as liberties' torch was scorched,
Her bell cracked, it's knell snatched, can put their shadows
Behind them, and walk, then fly, into the Evolution's light.

So, before you 'Let a smile turned upside down
into a frown be your choice', hark the angel's voice,
"Thou art is", so be it on wing in ethereal flight.