Beast Street is the place where all bad people live
and every bad beast has a bad little kid
How did I come to be here you ask?
I used to steal souls behind Beelzebub's back
I sold them for gold and silver and favors
If you've not seen him mad then you don't know true anger
He said "To Beast Street with you, I call it the 8th circle of Hell"
"They're all junkies like you, you'll fit in just swell"
suddenly my entire body combusted in flames
and I woke up in a strange house all raveled in chains
There was a note on the wall scrawled in fresh blood
when I read what was written I fell back with a thud
"Welcome to Beast Street, Your new home forever"
"If you have any complaints go head and send me a letter"
So I tried that for a while, with success? not so much
for every paper I scavenged burned up upon touch
every pencil I found dissolved into sand
and every pen that I tried just melted in-hand
So I've decided that I will never try to escape
The folks around here aren't so bad, just not so great
but if you manage somehow, to get past the front gate
where I know for certain that Beelzebub waits
please do me a favor and punch him in the face
Your's truly: A Mis-guided Angel