If I'm going to hell at least I'll meet the devil with a smiling face. I'm not ashamed, disgraced nor will I try to plead my case. I'll embrace my throne of fire and brimstone with the grace. The cyclone of living mistakes I'll be shown will encase my soul.
Truth be told, I look forward to the torture. My hands being torn asunder for the hearts I've plundered. My tongue should get cut out because it's really a butcher. My mind will lose its complexity because, really, that's the best of me And I'll be babbling like the people on reality T.v.
A piece of me will be taken violently and slowly I'll lose my serenity Until I'm helplessly watching my insanity destroy the lives of those I hold dearly But don't pity me, I walked down this path willingly.
I find solace in accepting the malice. It's sort of like walking through a dark forest; at least I know there's darkness. At least I know I'm hopeless At least I know I'm honest The silence of my screaming soul will leave Satan astonished.