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Devil's Confession
I hide from sanity
I think to myself
I’d much rather be the villain
I’d much rather be the one
Who makes the little kids cry.
I’d much rather be the one
causing the pain
Than being the one receiving it.
It’s so much easier that way
To have my lunch break
And take another.
These days go by so slow.
The eternally damned
Are never much fun.
They’d rather just moan
And attempt to repent
For the wrongs
They have done.
If only
They had cared so much during life.
If only
They had considered their sacrifice.
To never see pretty again
But sometimes the brimstone shines
Just right
And, honestly, it looks quite nice.
But all the liars
And overeaters
These patrons of violence
These lowly sinners
Never notice
This is not much of a chore.
And the life of the devil can be
Such a bore.
I wanted to strike fear
Into their hearts.
I never wanted their souls
But everyday there’s another
Ten thousand
Or more.
I believe now they didn’t even try
To live right
And have a good life.
People are selfish and spoiled.
You know, I do give them chances
To prove they have grown,
But they just sigh
And stare in the abyss
They say they deserve a life like this.
I’m not a bad guy
In my youth perhaps.
Oh back then, I was
A wild, wild one.
I took my chances
And tricked a fair share
Of innocent souls.
I know it wasn’t the right thing to do
But I was young
I was the devil
I was a fool.
I try to go easy on them sometimes.
I figure a life
Full of the smell of rotting flesh
And sulfur
Is, indeed
A terrible torture.
I want to tell them
To get some new goals.
Cause your in hell anyway
With nowhere else to go.
But they’d rather whisper
In each other’s ears
Of how much I’ve changed over the years.
Sometimes it’s hard being the devil these days.
But I have to remember
I’m the “bad guy”
I collect condemned souls
And have them for
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
And I’m not getting any thinner.
I never understood this job.
I wonder if it’s this hard
Being God?
