Satan Smile

I am the night black shadowed filthy dead Collecting dust commingled wings with dirt Never with skin or bone in any existent home No longer alive. Not me, beneath the yum yum tree If only I could raise my head, my voice to heaven God might remember me as his favorite angel and not Satan I had such a pretty voice and look back then Once upon a time the story goes If only I had more time to spin my tale No doubt all humanity would be with me in pain There could be no greater pleasure then Among the night black shadowed dead