Demon Made Flesh
He's gone at last, the fog has cleared.
No more reason to feel resentment, hatred, or fear.
To heck he goes, in a swirl of fire.
Someone no one would willingly save or desire.
Who will cry for the little man, who wasn't worth a grain of sand.
So insulting it was to even call him a human, let-alone a man.
Where has his cruelty gotten him? Where has it lead?
To the Black gates of Heck, his new home and bed.
I hope it's toasty, and I hope he remembers...
The pain he has causes to his own family members.
I hope Hitler and Saddam shove a pineapple up his butt.
Maybe, just maybe, it'll get stuck.
No more reason to feel resentment, hatred, or fear.
To heck he goes, in a swirl of fire.
Someone no one would willingly save or desire.
Who will cry for the little man, who wasn't worth a grain of sand.
So insulting it was to even call him a human, let-alone a man.
Where has his cruelty gotten him? Where has it lead?
To the Black gates of Heck, his new home and bed.
I hope it's toasty, and I hope he remembers...
The pain he has causes to his own family members.
I hope Hitler and Saddam shove a pineapple up his butt.
Maybe, just maybe, it'll get stuck.