When I saw the devil, his legs were wrapped in chains
Rats gnawed at his feet, as he shuffled upon a cane.
Hands twisted like branches
Clearly broken long ago
Then hung out for the fates
To heal into stone.
When I saw him smile, his teeth were made of coal.
Scratching deep into his lips, as if they could not let go.
A scuffled being of pallor
That the living cannot hold.
He wiped his lips on his hands
Like a rose upon the snow.

When I saw the devil, his clothes were made of rags
Torn away from the refuse of, the world that he had damned.
The bones shown through his neck
Which cracked each time it turned.
His body shuddered every time he swallowed.
He wept with each breath he earned.
When I saw him laugh, it came with such unease.
Tears ran black when he tried to smile, in each eye was a seed.
The blacked tears ran upon his lips
Then dripped upon his chest.
As it stretched in it’s retreat
It drew a golden vest.

When I saw the devil, his hair was long and black.
It was tangled, frayed, and choking down, upon his face and back.
From it crawled a world
Of maggots and fleas
They never strayed from his head
For fear of being free.
When I heard him speak, the words scraped like a broken shell.
The sweetness in the silence, between his words, was hell.
With each word that he spoke,
His tongue lapped at the breeze.
The scars shown all across it’s flesh
Like a quilt of mankind’s deeds.

When I saw the devil, he looked just like me.
Nothing special about him, humble and meek.
He just sat back and watched
Then smiled at his design
And left me to my life
Cause he knows I’m doing fine.
When I saw the devil, he looked just like me.
His flaws were made of man.
His blessings made of grace.
When I saw the devil, he looked just like me.
And I will blame my world on him
As he blames his on me.