You danced under moonlight the color of innocence In a dress of tears and heartbreak Every step lit a fire Soon the crackling flames made a chorus That sung of the great sinners that no one ever prayed for Silver pools of silence never filled with the words for those who needed it most The gods of other worlds watched as you raged at your creator Screamed at him about his flawed system Feet ****** from broken glass you had placed You had every intention to fall here Bleed out on the celestial steps of heaven Never ceasing your waltz of wrath You hoped your burnt it down before you crashed And when you finally sunk to the ground Your soul spent You could swear you saw the morning star blink in gratitude
But who prays for Satan? Who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most -Mark Twain