How To Sharpen Your Horns

In this crazy world we live in, we lost the devil in the crowd of criminals that we are

The Devil on his giant throne of hate

Got out of his familiar joyful state

So close the demon standing to his right

Could feel the sadness in his master’s sight

”What possibly may bother you my lord ? ,

Since we have checked off every task on board,

And all those mortals bowed to what we said

And took the lead to guide the new misled,

How can you not enjoy such a delight ?,

For all the ages that we raised this fight “

“ It’s far beyond this “, big Satan replied:

”I’m now a rookie on this business side,

Those horns on top are nothing but a tale

That makes the children wet their beds and pale,

A line, a period, that was all I wrote,

and now the best that I can do is quote,

I’ve bled the inkwell dry and dropped the pen

along with those mortals you condescend,

The world I flipped to make their fall a rise

they flipped it twice just to enjoy it’s size

Hell is my destiny and it will just suffice

But it’s too much for me to live it twice,

I’ll never wear these paper horns again,

I’ll wait for mine to grow like other men”.

 

As for my horns that wrote you down this carper,

there is no pencil on me that is sharper…