meeting the devil at a run down 7/11 in a tiny town with a name i cant remember. looking him in the eye and asking him why. why do i deserve hell? he smiled, then he winked. he was gone. do i deserve hell? do i deserve eternal damnation for things that seem out of my control? pretty purple skies and clouds that glisten in the moon light. rolling blunts on garden tables with plants greener than the bud i can never stop smoking. tell me i deserve the pearly white picket fence gates of heaven. tell me you think im wholesome and irreplaceable. loving a boy with dark hair and dark eyes and a dark mind. being a pink hued girl with big eyes and an even bigger imagination. do i deserve hell when my heart is this forgiving?