The devil needn't know;
the circles I rolled on,
the pit fires people pushed me,
the hell voids I'm upon,
for the devil did befriend;
my love-forsaken soul
into these burning chapters
and stages I'm bestowed,
he leisured me,
he cried my cries,
he's one image
of all my fires;
he quenches me,
he fails my failures,
he's one brother
amongst my players;
for no matter the good heart,
one believer--still judged;
still expected to be evil
for imperfect he's much;
not expected nor be wanted
to live in good judgement;
acquaint with some knowledge
he'd live in attatchment;
for to evil--he'll go;
to evil he's with,
amongst the fallen angels
and evils he did,
try worth his while
with evils to care,
for evil's the reason
he found himself there.
