It may be best
To go get some rest
And leave what's lost
Regardless the cost

My mind is going dark
Trapped in an Ark
I feel the call
Calling me to fall

I fall into pieces
I fold at the creases
Into the deepness
My heart then ceases

On hells doorstep I will wait
An ironclad guard at the rusty gate
For his fiery masters fiery state
An unloved,  unwanted, deserted mate

To Watch over the ****
To guard the gluttonous man
Doing whatever he can
His name is Satan

Misunderstood
Like no other could
Employed by God
To use the ****

To remove the bad from Paradise
To make it safer for the mice
His image is his only vice
He truly is very nice