These Crutches are made of bones

……Satan placed his hoof into your waters as he began mindlessly uttering the words of your priest, sporting his usual devilish grin as his seductive words were released, he threw on the dark in your life like a napkin in his lap before yelling out Bon appétit, the dark was so loud and in the open its impact was discreet, regardless of your successes your reality was still bleak; so much so he was toying with you asking if you felt the heat beneath your feet, so comfortably in his clutches, cause you took full advantage of his crutches.