The Godplayer

He went out of his house
In the darkness of the night,
With a rod in his hand;
He is not telling anyone the reason
But I know he is out to kill....

A poor homeless kid, with timid eyes
Was shivering on the streets alone,
When he saw a man in black coat
Approaching towards him slow.
He didnt know, he is coming to set him free,
And before he could raise his voice,
His eyes and nose went red because
a poker had struck his face.

And the man started sprinting towards the
end of the road,
When he was caught by cops on his trail
And he was knocked senseless.
His eyes opened in front of the jury
Who were sitting with a stern face,
And explained to him the extent
to which his crime was grave.

He heartily laughed out,
Saying he didnt do anything vile,
All he did was that he freed the child.
He said, "Life was disgusting for that
poverty stricken kid, who is so thin,
I couldn't have played better, but to free him.
My name is Lucifer and you cant make me stay,
For God has chosen me, and I have a game to play."