Does the Devil get homesick?
Reminisce on before the fall?
You were once so high
now doing time below dirt
accustomed to fifty-foot flames.

Lick the label before you press
it to your callused skin.
How does it feel to be Evil?
Who is God to cast you down?
Almighty, Omnipresent, Crock Of Shit.

Red hot ruler under bedrock,
life emerges from the ground,
a wilting flower a reminder
not all make it out alive,
sin towards sun and you'll surely shrivel.

Hell is not just beneath them,
you must know that by now.

red delicious honey crisp
juicy slithering molted vine
rotten to its eternal core
 
 tug these wilted fig leaves
 an unguarded garden party
 hiss back bite back bite
 
 you are holy temptation
 and I am all the wiser
 knowing my sin is not original

you knew me in the wintertime
cranberry-coated romance
icy gutter girl incarnate
defrosted by your warm intention

you hurt me in the springtime
Spanish citrus stained pillowcase
turning my water into French wines
pollen dusts these silent spells

you came back in the summertime
unexpected ultraviolet disruptions 
as some circadian rhythm resumes
sunburnt burns keep burning
 
where will you be in autumn?
as leaves fall over golden steel
we are seasoned now
perhaps nature will run its course