To the spying soulmate, I know where your paranoia lives. You’ve made Hell your mind, Heaven your heart, and nothing’s left that gives.
Like Lucifer, you believe Hell to be a better reign than a server to Heaven. You’ve fallen for this over here, for that over there, and thus, made your mind his obsession.
God is a jealous God. Do you not find it odd, you still can’t fill your head, your heart with His light; instead, you part?
The blood deals made with your god is a contract you can’t control. He’s come to collect his debt, your gold.
Black Cat Words 