I've sinned a lot in my past life,
So when death came to my door
I was dragged to hell by demons
To wait for more torture.
Satan whipped me with poison snakes,
But I merely laughed.
My dad had done me ten times worse
With belt or stick or staff.
The devile burned me with hot coals;
Expecting me to cry.
I smiled as I told him
I felt this before I died.
He shoved dull swords through my chest,
And then I saw him choke
As I confirmed his suspicions.
My heart had long since broke.
I began to tire of this,
So I thought I'd explain.
"You see, my Prince of Darkness,
I've already felt much pain."
"And try and try as just you might,
For me hurt has lost its worth.
For I've taken more than you can give
During my stay on earth."
The Dark Lord thought of this a bit.
I then saw his face soften.
He'd met the man who scoffed at him.
Who saw rest in the coffin.
I felt a twinge of sorrow as
He considered this new sympathy.
I could read his wonder upon his face.
Who'd suffered more; him or me?
Both abandoned by the same god.
Left to our own hell.
One a child who longed for love.
The other an angel who fell.