The way you treat us would make the devil proud.
I wonder if he cheers you on, as a parent would cheer on a child from the sidelines.
His own fiery eyes lighting up with delight as he observes familiar eyes brimming with fresh tears, caused by you.
I can’t wait for the day he makes plans to meet you.
My eyes will be as dry as the void that housed your blackened soul,
And I will be cheering.