writing of fallacies

If Hell had a face

I wouldn't look away

Trapped in the dips and contours

I'd caress their flushed, hollow cheeks;

Trace my finger like a whisper over their poisonous lips.

I'd gently sweep the hair from their sultry face ;

amorously stare into the infinite abyss of their eyes

I would have sunk into love

hopelessly and utterly till the end

If Hell had a face

I wouldn't look away

Trapped in the dips and contours

I'd caress their flushed, hollow cheeks;

Trace my finger like a whisper over their poisonous lips .

I'd gently sweep the hair from their sultry face ;

amorously stare into the infinite abyss of their eyes

I would have sunk into love

hopelessly and utterly till the end

Because the Devil was once a strikingly majestic angel

and he was God's favourite of them all

so why shouldn't he be my own favourite?

Even if I suffer endlessly in agony,

Rebuke everything I knew and believed in,

Tormented and tortured.

He's his own calibre above the rest