The Devil Is A Saint Poem by Death's Shadow

Fire splits the air
as it shoots up from the ground,
scorching our tear stained cheeks.

You pushed us farther away,
pushe dus closer to the raging storm,
toward the fire.
You pushed us over the edge,
into the black abyss of shadows.

You said you'd protect us,
that you'd always be there,
instead you taught never to trust anyone.

Through the years
we learned to protect ourselves and how to survive.

You say we messed up our own lives.
That you had it all laid out for us,
that we screwed up and let you down.

Compared to you,
the devil seemed like a saint.
So now we sit upon a throne of shadows,
thinking of ways to torture people,
and threatning our deamons with a trip to heaven.

Shadows are our friends,
and all things nice the enemy.
Our hearts are black holes,
and we feed on others fear and pain.

But none of this is your fault,
you never told us the devil was a saint.
The only thing you did
was pushed us to him.