i am just as the devil wished

poetry, or some sort of short description about a moment of my being.

i am as the devil wished,

gluttonous, self-loathing, disbelieving,

that, untruthful bliss above, 

is just as false as lies.

or is it?

i cannot know, we disbelievers shall,

we are not worth what it means,

pure good and love and grit