Devil's Purse

Who says the devil isn't a girl?

With all your hate,

and sins, and lies,

may you soon meet up

with the devil's guise.

A look so glaze,

a look so impregnable,

will clasp your soul,

Hell's maw too touchable.

So you and your 

dirty looks, may be locked

away from my counterpart.

And when you've

lapped what you've given me,

you'll bathe in sins,

with your head on your knees,

-Trapped.

Trapped in the

devil's purse.