Satan's Wrath

Being so spiteful,
He stares down the hall.
He's looking right at me,
I trip and I fall.

Getting back up now,
I try to look sullen.
My mind is so tactless,
My stomach is rolling.

I can not imagine,
What he will do next.
My eyes look back over,
And feel his wrathful presence.

His figure is blurry,
He's not one to cross.
Decietful and morbid,
He shows you who's boss.

His insubordinate mind,
Can tell you a lot.
He takes you down under,
And leaves you to rot.

Stodgy and irritable,
He is who he is.
His name is Satan,
And this world is his.