The Devil's Own

I should have known when the seed was sown there'd never be a throne or a chance to atone for the day I was born destined to become forlorn a soul lonely and torn shamed fig leaves I've worn to cover a naked thought regarding the havoc I've wrought devastation brought unto those who have fought to love the likes of me suffering sheer misery blinded by the reality of my own history the devil's own you should have known...... I have the power to love and even to heal however it shant' be returned for I can not feel wounded birds perch upon my restless soul past darkness surrounds them leaving them whole gratified lips touch an empty heart cold winds blow as warmth departs........... ascend my dove soar high and proud whisper to thy heavens through thunderous clouds tell them of another who sits on a throne purgatory's predator the devil's own........