Satan Hath No Pleasure Greater Than the Fall of a Fool
Pretty little angel; have you fallen to the beast
Is your tasty sensuality; wanted for a feast.
Are you lying to your husband; are you lying to your friends;
Are you lying mostly to yourself; are you ever going to win.
Pretty little female; are you crawling on your knees
Do you think you’ll wind up begging; heaven help me please.
Already are you older; but still you’re hanging on;
Is Satan waiting for his time; when everything goes wrong
Have you hurt and disappointed; more than once no less;
Is there no one who will clean the filth; when your life becomes a mess?
Can you hear it in the silence; is it the lord in agony;
Did he send a helping hand; but you couldn’t let that be.
Are you so busy running; but are you running your own hell;
And to the company that you keep; do they know that life quite well.
One wonders if you’re blind perhaps; for you can’t see the signs.
And when you get to where you’re going; can you guess what you might find.
God help you little darling; there’s nothing left to do;
And when you seek to ask directions; there will be no one there but you.
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