soul making in hell
never ending free fall abrasion
cant believe anything
could hurt like this delicious
are we in the real fire yet
or is this just another warmup
never ending free fall abrasion
cant believe anything
could hurt like this delicious
are we in the real fire yet
or is this just another warmup
poems on satan
living breathing
walking eulogy
satan, he epitomizes
fallen angels and
dreams deferred and dashed
the gnat in your birthday pudding
flies on your anniversary picnic cake
and what of dante's levels
new and refined degrees of hell
from the soft to the hard again
jesus was down
he knew what was up with the shadow side of things
for every saint, a sinner,
jesus plays blackjack with beelzebub
on the regular
it helps them keep one another sharp
and in check
no one gets it, see,
satan ain't no enemy,
he's the flip side of you, and jesus,
and me
pissed and paranoid foul odious
the habits and the aberrance
mistakes we just can't break
reminding us we're fallible
and fall-ing-able
wicked undertow in the fool's card
tarot
he's just a smile, shapeshifted, is all
we are all one, all of us
he represents the truth gone scorned
he's the shitstarter inside us who needs to be adorned
brought back into the fold
and finally, adored
[Edited on Mar 29, 2003]