Death to the Deciever

A short about the battle with Satan. If only the fight were as easy as packing his head full of ammo.

Death to the Deceiver

 

Here I come like a nuclear blast

12 gauge shells that shatter your form of glass

Messed up like a bullet's in your brain

You won't hear the shots even as they're falling down like rain

You want to play with me?

You're too blind to even see

You can't take me

You can't break me

You can't rape me

And you can hate me

For all that's worth

Be angry at the one who gave you birth

You can cry

And you can die

People mock you even as you're falling

Deep inside you know you hear Him calling

The stars will be painted with your blood

Consuming you, unending flood

Emotions that you despise

Will be your ultimate demise

 

You are "Death"

And you will "Die"