Devilish cackles,
The everlasting depths of hell,
Rising up to fend for Satan,
The ringing of a flaming bell,
He points fingers at god,
With hands drenched in blood,
Ignoring his blasphemy,
Evil Incarnate comes forth from stuck mud,
Now with the flick of his hand,
God spite his angels down to land,
Where it is neither heaven nor hell where us mortals dwell,
Lasting nine endless days,
Perpetually spiraling towards oblivion,
Thinking why they have to be in the scale,
The overpowering neutral to the holy one and the devil,
From the fall the angels felt pain at its best,
As sharp as a pointed star through one's chest.