morningstar

If the devil knew my pain and felt it would He even care?
Would He take the time to listen to my offered prayer?
I feel His presence deeply in my each and every move
And try to feel my life completely for His sacrifice to soothe
For leaving home as the Accuser to a spiteful deity
To leave the warmth of our our abuser, no gain from His heresy
If for the creative and the free His Hell is home
Then should we not strive to enhance His kingdom as our own?
To fill it with our love and pain and light and darkest thoughts
And spread them through its halls as we forget what we were taught?
Will He come with open arms and hold me til I’m whole?
Will He know me like I need it; see me through my soul?
I don’t know now so all I’ll do is write and sing and play
And if He listens He can see the love I feel today
He’ll know I love Him and I’m thankful for His fall from grace
For bringing us the fire and fear that gave the freaks a place