Love, Satan
loving you are
trapped behind bars
you cannot love her
you see nothing but a blur
your lover lays asleep
cold, but makes not a peep
she knows that one day
you'll be her's again so you say
far away from her side
soon you hope, as long as the rules you abide
you wish to be in her arms
to protect her from all harms
but from the unknown
you cannot help but roam
she's on her own
without you she feels alone
you cannot see
you cannot protect her from me
you have caused hell
but it's only mine to sell
you wanted pain
well now down it will rain
the hell you wanted
the people you hunted
you shall pay for your sins
and so shall you kin
now your little wife
will end her life
-❤️ Satan
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