Do the Devil’s Dance

On my way to hell…I passed a lonely church.. the congregation weakened by the warnings of the words.. scriptures toppling proverbs under a deceitful preacher’s curse.. what would they have to say, as they lay me into dirt… many places you can turn but where he goes is worse… don’t be this man you see inside, instead we close the box for good..lay it down to rest, pave it over as we should..
no need for leaving markers we seek to find one day.. if you listen hard enough, you can hear a dead man say.. heaven never had me, and claims of shallow graves.. whatever words were whispered could have never saved..
Buried in this lonely church..to never hold the chance.. the blood is wine to suit the mood to do the devils dance.. the bread has molded, burned and broken faith in what I had.. while the devil standing over me is holding out his hand..