That night, as all nights
After I had wasted the daylight in tears
Laying abed yet not sleeping
Tired from too much rest
Scared of what may and what may not
I prayed to the devil to free me from fear
and earnestly I implored him to free me from worry
And if not teach me a more useful fear or better yet a useful pain
I did not waste energy in asking god to teach me to be joyful
Or least make me unafraid
Nor the angels to show me how to be at peace
Or least release me from the throes
God and his angels little answer
The King of the Heavens sits high on his dais
He rarely alights to a lower level
He little looks down to those below
To those who raise their hands to him
To those who day and night act to his benefit
He does not answer prayers nor pleas
He is ever silent as I fear
The devil on the other hand, has no chair, he has no use for one
Indeed he is much involved, he sits but little
He rises from far below to whisper directly into sinners' ears
He makes personal calls
While you pray to one who is silent he is there behind you, ready to speak
After much praying to silence, you are so often ready to listen
To sound if nothing else
For the he shall meet you
Sound for sound
And while no one summons him
Nor calls in his name in worship nor implores him to come to them
Anyway he comes, uninvited
He indeed visits more often than he who is urged to visit
He and his active demons
They listen more than the angels do
So I pray far more to hell than heaven
For heaven may be purer than
But at least hell does answer
