The Devil's Sceptre

Oh so good the Devil's sceptre A life of pleasure? It shall tarnish your receptors Huff and puff feeding upon hell's dust Shall you hurt the little angels until they rust? Do you trust the devil's roll blindly? The holy roll will surely accept the lives kindly As the smoke evolves like the crimson flames At the terminal i wonder who it is to be blamed? The little angels cry to the holy world As breathes shorten it surely was the devil's master work