Mindset of the Devil
Meet the Devil…
A melting pot, of smelting rocks claiming to be cells
Causing solitude to follow you, walking through Hell
Driving evil courage, to unleash thriving feeble urges
Through the surface of his skull, mere death emerges
Crafting every drop of blood, he needs to be meticulous
Anger paves through his brain waves the speed is ridiculous
Follow the hollow sounds, which are found in his heart
Up the trachea, and under the face, to where it all starts
His ideas are a threat, for which you can never forget
His thoughts are backwards, like his messages on cassettes
Rip apart his brain…
…what will you find?
Nothing would change…
…except your own mind
Glances of needed chances…to conceal to him the earth
What is it worth? A ball of violence, love, and birth
His veins pump acid rain into the plump clouds above
Each cell membrane grabs and breaks the neck of a dove
He looks over the seven seas; he sees something that’s right
A place, where the face of the sun is always hidden by night
His folding conscious told him, he could hold a heroes head
The thought rolling in his brain, and look…our saviors dead
His mind is blank; it’s time for his rank to truly prevail
“It’s mine to take”, after he decided it, no way he’ll fail
The mind is particularly set above all the other body parts
The Devils origins, of his one lethal organ, is simply “art”
…Don’t let him meet you
