Satan Hath No Pleasure Greater Than the Fall of a Fool

Pretty little angel; have you fallen to the beast Is your tasty sensuality; wanted for a feast. Are you lying to your husband; are you lying to your friends; Are you lying mostly to yourself; are you ever going to win. Pretty little female; are you crawling on your knees Do you think you’ll wind up begging; heaven help me please. Already are you older; but still you’re hanging on; Is Satan waiting for his time; when everything goes wrong Have you hurt and disappointed; more than once no less; Is there no one who will clean the filth; when your life becomes a mess? Can you hear it in the silence; is it the lord in agony; Did he send a helping hand; but you couldn’t let that be. Are you so busy running; but are you running your own hell; And to the company that you keep; do they know that life quite well. One wonders if you’re blind perhaps; for you can’t see the signs. And when you get to where you’re going; can you guess what you might find. God help you little darling; there’s nothing left to do; And when you seek to ask directions; there will be no one there but you.