My favorite part
Of making deals with the devil
Was how free I never thought I’d be
While I’m burning up never feeling so cold
Yet, Hell was comforting
It felt familiar
So unlike Earth, foreign and misplaced
Sort of emphatically beautiful
Like everyone just took a little more time
To understand that we all had sins
Sharing our hot coals with eachother
Watching the others hands burn
The smell of apple crisp
Seemed to be so homely after all