Satan's Sanity

The fiery depths of Hell have hardened my heart,
My demonic minions give me no pleasure, so I tear them apart.
The flames no longer cause me pain, instead an idle pinch,
I sometimes sit and wait for souls at the park bench.
Every now and then I get a new soldier here,
Yet hope is growing, I need more power, need to instill fear.
What good is Satan what good am I, if I can't be evil?
I used to feel large like Zeus of Olympus, now I relate to weevils.
So much pressure is on my back, I must succeed valiantly,
Cause nobody in all the realms care, about Satan's sanity...