Satan Stared At Me Knowingly Poem by Mark Heathcote

Satan stared at me knowingly
And whispered to me quite eloquently
no, no, no need to fear me.
It's me who should fear you
believing you can always be saved
and nothing can stand in your way
that is an even bigger sin than ending your life?
And asking why; why I didn't give it sooner.

Satan stared at me and smiled
and said, who said you could visit my house,
who said you could visit my home and leave
there's no exit from where you've been
nor from what you've seen
yet, my soul is a biplane without wings
I can somersault and free fall
And still, recover and glide on, on and on.

Satan said you can, sink or swim
but you'll never win
it's a card game, and I roll the dice
for boys who are either men or mice
and boy, I'm cashing my chips in tonight
no good you, holding crucifixes and burning Frankincense
I am not a bacteria you can kill at will
as far as your soul goes, I am the buyer and the auctioneer.

Satan, I don't care to listen; I'm not your slave
when it's time to release a captured dove
I know it'll fly with all my love
like a biplane without wings
It'll somersault and free fall
But it'll never feed the jackals
it'll never sit or be presided over by you.
It'll never; not recover and glide on, on and on.