The Sacred Rule

I lay dying upon my bed,
And I heard nothing of what they said,
As I slipped away I understood,
That the Lord himself beside me stood,
And I guessed all along that he`d be male,
Bathed in white from horn to tail.

He took my hand as I slipped away,
Comforting words I heard him say,
“Come with me down to my throne,
Don`t be scared, you`re not alone.”

From earth we went to the promise land,
From life to death, hand in hand.

Yet something was wrong, Heaven was red!
Wasn`t it supposed to be white instead?
Wasn`t it supposed to be gleaming and bright?
Everything bathed in a blinding light?

By then I realised I had been wrong,
The Devil had fooled me all along,
He`d lied and cheated al the way,
And now in the depths of Hell I lay.

Yet I could feel something within my heart,
That right now things were about to start,
The night was strong, the air was taught,
In the middle of something I was now caught,
As the static and power about me grew,
Without a doubt I suddenly knew,
That by stealing my soul from me this day,
Satan himself would have to pay.

I saw him then on the crest of a hill,
Pale and weak as though terminally ill,
His body shook and quivered with rage,
Like and untamed lion, trapped in a cage.

He stood up straight and at God he yelled,
But was cut off short and by lightening was felled.
He howled and struggled against the pain,
But was knocked back down when struck again.

See by stealing my soul he`d been a fool,
He`d broken the very last sacred rule,
And now the Lord would end this thing,
As the angels about him began to sing.

But Satan had a card up his sleeve,
By feigning death we were all deceived,
Then he cast a spell and it all went black,
The Lord immediately turned it back.

But Satan had gone, none could see,
He Lord just said “It was meant to be!”
That in the fires of Hell Satan would burn,
But I knew different; For me he`d return!