Man made Satin

And he

Tries, tries, tries.

Always working

Day and night.

Drive those

Nails, nails, nails.

Always working

The same rail.

Sparks singing.

Flames flying.

They know,

The devil’s coming.

And he

Cries, cries, cries.

He is locked

Away inside.

Tell your

Lies, lies, lies.

In a closet every night.

That is where he hides,

When he has to cry.

Always locked

Away inside.

Doors sighing.

Windows warning.

Run in fear,

The devil’s near!

And he

Dies, dies, dies

Add a stone

Every time.

How can he

Live, live, live?

With a heart so still

With a corpse so cold

Eyes clouded

By a blood stained ghost.

Glass breaking.

Guns blasting.

Too late

The devil came.

Stack the stones

Before you go.