The Devil Was His Name

 If you look deep enough, I am that devil beneath your soul; the devil that maculates your bones. I am that devil that creeps between your thorns. The thorns of pain that scorn your veins. I am the devil that inflicts pain. I am that devil that makes you dreary. The one that makes you, oh so very weary. I make tea for you when you are cold. I make you sweat, when you feel warm. I am that hymn you hear throughout your sleep. That patient whistle the wind speaks and with that all you still have the guts to ask, why I'm present every day of the week. I respond with a subtle speech. Just to bring you down to the pain that withers at your feet. Just to painfully bring back those demising weeks. I know your a devil you shout, stop your stupid speech and tell me how I can end this you damn creep? There is no way out because you see, I am the devil at daylights peak. I am the devil when you sleep. I am the devil that makes you happy; the one that made you proud and free. You'll be wicked the minute of my release. You see, your pain will flutter back and the rain will musk my flash because you'll never be happy without my presence in your being. You humans can be a pain at this time of evening. If you thought long enough I would be at my demise.  Thank god you can't think for yourself, to plan a game of relevance. You want to be free, but then you'll see that this is insanity; the insanity of another masculinity. The masculine power of diminished captivity. No more great big gatherings. No more frisky evenings with Sammy. So run away from me, but I'll find you trapped behind a bench crying sadly. Time is that key you see, the key to my release. Let me forget about you, so then maybe you'll remember the truth, the truth to my existence. I was only brought to make you suffer through and then repent to Mt. Olympus. God's of fallacies, that’s my game. God's as fake as Hercules strengthen my race. Also the truth behind my existence was to give you AIDS with assistance. Therefore I have succeeded, but just for you. It's time to end this game and move on to another that seeks truth. I really don’t have time for this. So the hell with it, I'll see you in hell now end this. THREE, TWO, ONE, bang. Sometimes I love being your witness. I have succeed now let me see, who shall I move onto, Amy? No, I see that bitch’s daughter was named Janice. Let me make a move in the form of crabs, Ooh YES!