simply put: the devil

I’ve been eating with the Devil
Every single day
She rolls her own cancers
She deals me the same
Down to deep chrome canyons
With bridges over lakes of fire
She asked me to jump in
Float around in the boggy mire.

What she said next
She will deny
She said she wants some
Peace and quiet
She’s tired of this war
Between God and her
She’d call it quits
But all this work
What would it be for?

I held hands with the Devil
It felt just like your’s
Chills ran up my spine
Made me nervous to the core
We came up to the streets
There was not a soul around
The ground was not stable
A plague struck the people
Who we were walking on.

Time would tell what it
Always says
Your days are growing short
And your nights may seem long
But soon you’ll be praying
For them to the Lord.

She’s the Prince of the Power of the Air
She’s in your mouth
What you spit out
She’s in your long flowing red hair.

She sat me down
To talk about Power
And the balance that exists
Between God and her.
“Like with the people
Dead in the streets,
God has to be checked.
There’s not a quota I have to meet.”