Pointing fingers pretend to care
Burning eyes with jealous stares
Swollen tongues become impaired
Wicked souls are bared.
The devil flys laughing to and fro
Reaping what he didn’t sow
Free will creates a fabulous show
So many wonderful wicked souls.
Ringing his skinny hands he impatiently waits
For the bared souls of poisoned hate
Whose evil eyes and tongues create
A ticket to ride through hell’s flaming gate.
Hoping wicked souls can never see
The evil in their wicked deeds
Collecting enough is the key
Devil wins God’s on his knees.
