DEVIL'S OWN

you say god created earth, and he created man.
i say it was the devil. It was all his plan
in the furnaces of hell we boiled and rot
and by the devils whim we were all begot.

in this world that feeds on death and destruction
man killing man for joy, revenge and redemption
raped and ravaged all that was dear
the womb that once in travail had them bear
and shall for the rest of thy wicked posterity.


in this world predisposed to randomness
species survive through individual prowess
slash, kill and thriving on defeat
every competition is infected with malice
jesus bled in the wrong place, for the wrong chalice.

natural tendency to attain the unnatainable,
yet, however much might the tree toil
to reach the sun
yet its efforts are still fed by the earthly soil
its journey doomed from the starting gun.


i say this, and i say it again
man is the the devils opus profane
for he stands too much like him
he is the devil's own.