The Ungrateful Child

I can't discern
if what I heard
were reflections of man
of the Devil himself
Your ungrateful words
of arrogant pride
in hurting others
with no doubt or remorse
You ungrateful child
when you enter that
big empty world
you're done for, I'm gone
When you whine and kick
you small little child you demean yourself, only you
no one is proud of you
loving you
ungrateful child
Who loves the Devil, my love?
I sympathize
and here's why
when you enter that world
that big empty world
you're done for, I'm gone.

Live in your world
of small plastic jewels
never looking for anything more
And when the world knows
oh, yes it know
about your evil ways
I won't sympathize
I'll crucify
your dirty black hair smeared with blood
Black! you say
Not black like that!
I'm colored like angels fair!
Oh no, sweet love
I see through the façade
and I know its been
peeled away
You ungrateful child
when you enter that
big empty world
you're done for, I'm gone.

[Author's Note: This was written a while ago, and almost half of it has already become true.]