Under Earth’s bleeding Paw

I wouldn’t have anything against the Lord of Darkness,

that is to say he did exist and was exactly that,

through burning horns your painted pictures harness,

I just don’t care to chance existence of that path.

Why should I play Hopskotch,

on lightning bolts,

instilling fear with every other hop, replacing hope,

Led to believe the end of my fate, rests on a flittering static shock.

Zapped down from the Wind, My air cut off, eternal drowning in dark waters, to a lit hellfire- burning hot.

Continue my life toward a doom you say is truth, inside smiteful morning thoughts.

I refuse to wear a worn out, man made, thinking cap,

Full of tangled beliefs from made up laws,

Behind the veil, you claim I’ll meet satacurio himself, on the otherside is god,

You can’t look straight on when were all stuck underneath the claws of Earth’s bleeding paw.

I refuse to be another center knot

In a light vs dark tug-a-war,

on my right wins God, or I’m left with believing I will encounter a 3 headed dog.

Not playing into your life and death of Hells Chess,

If this is a game it’s Heavens checkers at best, with a Pegasus 3x the size of your plastic hell cats.

White Angel’s deserve love and respect, with light more blinding than the fire in what you call hell’s depths.

Your belief in the devil

makes you a pawn.

And what if I told you, that the water element was really god?

Checkmate.