I Speak Of The Devil

I speak of an evil-chaplain relishing every mean crime or sin. How he's judgemental. How he corrupts the innocent-the-poor. I speak of an ever-tightening capstan. A reeling web of demonic deceit I speak of his whims. His body's heat how he prayed on his victim's urges, how he corrupted the pure as they learned to endure his never-ending satanic hymns. This fiend, without a heart this man who'd show up just after dark he knew all he needed to do was let your ego and your pride fly, and you'd go blind to all and you would fall under his control like Icarus flying too close to the sun because man is dumb, living on impulses like Eros, a slave of love and desire a fool for a pyre wants to die without a prayer.