The fiery clouds and the burning rain
The Devil sat in despair, laughing again
His laughter was like smoking oil
On his hands did two snakes coil
Venomous were their fangs, for kill
Venomous more were their words, still
Hissing and sizzling in the heat of hell
They asked him, are you well?
And he laughed harder, and said
God is the giver of bread
Why does he give them a rose
Only to snatch it away, morose?
Why give them food, give them mind
When they will kill, and from behind?
Why give them hunger for life
Only to lay floods, plague and trife?
I despair, because in all my years
Never have I seen curiousity more fierce
Than that of a man who wished to know
Who built the world, whose seed they sow
And I'm useless! Foolish, and naive!
Humans want more than they can have
And they will kill to have it all
The blooming spring, the deafening fall
God has made them more Devil than I
And yet… and yet, they can cry!
How? How! I don't understand.
In which Eden do they stand?
I laugh, my snakes, and despair
For I can't make myself care
Any being for which I,
The devil,
Would cry.