Satan is ME

I was watching Supernatural when I wrote this. So yeah... haha.

My eyes glow red,
my blood runs black,
now when I step up,
your "God" stands down.

Humans are my feed,
nothing but there blood,
running down my throat,
fueling me with power.

I hear them in my head,
the way fear is their crack,
their world is way fucked,
my command is their bound.

Your "God" is their need,
saviour from my flood,
you read the word "He" wrote,
but I dominate from my terror tower.

Listen to all those cries,
music to my nonexistent soul,
from way down under,
oh hell! shut them up.

Fool proof ain't it,
you "God" goes for seven years,
and I take the throne,
and set out the ground rules.

You know how "He" died,
I drafted "Him" to my Superbowl,
sent the b*****d asunder,
hey "Father", better wear your cup.

Now the world has gone to s**t,
since I've wallowed in their fear,
my no-go soul has grown,
I own these "GODDAMNED" fools.

Author's Note

Don't rag on me for showing "lack of morals" this is just a poem.