THE DEVIL’S BIOGRAPHY

THE DEVIL’S BIOGRAPHY

Was born from purity

but cheated himself into maturity.

Beauty was his description

And goodness was his prescription.

His ego got eccentric

But he needed no psychiatric.

His memory drowned

So he forgot his maker was around.

He did a few choruses

And pulled a few dances

But all that broke like glasses.

He aspired to be his own God

As his teeth glittered with gold,

In the shell of his pride

To God’s throne he took a ride.

With his head held high

He looked in his maker’s right eye 

Without saying hi

Being God, said he could try.

He clenched his fists against his maker

And vowed to be his maker’s wrecker,

That was enough evil, so he fell from that level.