Insecurity of the Devil

He sits on his throne made of cobble and bone Pleading the 5th as his mind sets a tone The sound is haunting as he shouts with pure moan In the mirror he watches as he splits from his clone Planting a seed that was plucked from his heart A tree grows in place as it is now looking part For He does not know why resemblence is true As his claws emit light as it is passing through From this tree lays an evil fruit Pluck from thy soul he intends to remove First bite like a kiss as if he must prove That he is better than the spawn thats improved Second bite knawed from his razor teeth Blood pouring out from the center of the seed As blood touches ground a figure will heed Look as Satan sees himself without all the need The clutches of hell now forming a fist As fire emits from Satans split wrist The end will be near for the spawn of better twist For Satan insecurity will end all in bliss