Where Demons Dwell Pt 2 Poem by jack green

Where crimson and black trapped in the heart of men.
An eternity will be spent, paying the price for his sin.
Fed a diet of anguish served spite, seasoned with a grin
Tormented by the sound of misery all around and within.
To Satans delight, as a moth to his light, scorched their skin.
This last stop before hell, a place where demons dwell.
When Satan plants his seed, man germinates and feeds.
Never paying heed, following his creed, at god speed.
If ignored will only lead, to contempt that will breed.
In the heart of man, on his blood stained hand by deed.
This place might not exist, save mans closed fist and greed
A story I foretell, of a place where demons dwell.