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The Fall of Satan (Hate) (R.E.)-(Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

I had Satan right where I wanted him
He thought he knew darkness
I drove my car so far into hell
We drove past places, I knew,
He had never been
I was taking him to the hell
Inside of Hell
His hell

I opened the trunk
There he was tied up
Duct tape over his mouth
Mumbling like a little bitch
“Hello! Friend!” I said with a smirk
“Not so fun being a victim,
is it?” I grabbed him
By his hair, dragging,
His ass onto the hot ground

I removed the duct tape
“Let me go, you fool!”
The devil’s breath reeked
Bullshit stew, I reckoned
“You’ll never get out of here!
You’re one of us,” he spit acid
It missed me, I expected it
I punched him the face
“Oh yes, I will,” I laughed

“I've got the key,”
I waved it in his face
It glistened, ivory, divine
We were at a large fire pit
A ring of fire, black center
“Let me go!” the devil screamed
He knew it was his end
He no longer had power
Over me

“My army will come for you,”
the devil’s fear was pathetic
“I was the general of your army.
I am the Lord’s spy,” I kicked
He went flying into the pit
Hell evaporated
I was before God in Heaven
Bowing with the key in my hand
“Thank you, my son,” She said


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