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.