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
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