Devils Gamble.

Serpent fire...
Los Serpentes and the lost.

Worship the fire and become
The lost ones.

Upon angels are given Devils.
To rest in fire.

Devil fire

The warm salvation

Of the abyss

Saving the soul

Of the mighty

Able to ignore the human vice

Of ignorance.

Wherever the Angels will be.
The Devils prowl their enemies.
And feed on the corpses of the Angels victims.

To the fate of the weaponless
Is given the venom of dusk.

Poison of righteousness

Venom of life
Evil is not just the enemies.
Neither is spite.

Demon spite.

Not everyone deserves

Niceness

I prefer the niceness

Of a knife

Over the dullness that has overtaken

The meek

Meek to our maker

Fire to the takers of the essence

Of our life

Being a double edged sword

Cutting me clean

Death and life

Devil bones and vice

You can take my time

But you'll never take my life

Safe my soul

Devil fire has entered me

And burns your selfish eyes

The only way to have your soul

Is to give it away to the power greater than yourself
The fire of the abyss.

The Devils Gamble
Is the greatest risk
And the greatest reward
The coldness of the inferno.
And the heaven of spite.