Ask for a poem about the devil

I fly to heaven with devil's wings. When my soul left me one day and the elegy of life played in the sky for the first time, I could only lie quietly in the same place, feel the pulse of the earth with my cold body, listen to my weakening heart and wait for the end of all this. When all the voices died in my world, when my spoony eyes closed slowly, I knew I had left, but I also clearly understood. I am going to another world that doesn't belong to me. I have long heard that when the soul leaves the body, it is doomed that I will go from a familiar place to a strange place, whether I like it or not. In my opinion, it is obviously unnecessary to struggle and resist. Maybe I am such a resigned person. I don't know if God played a joke on me when I was manipulated mercilessly. When I slowly lost consciousness, I was presented with a crossroads, and two completely different worlds were connected. One is called hell, the other is called heaven. In my old world, I knew a long time ago that hell was full of demons with big mouths, and heaven was full of angels with white wings, just when I did not hesitate to make the right choice. The road to heaven has disappeared so thoroughly, and it is heartbreaking. Because of this, I firmly believe that all this is just a joke of God, and I am just a role in this joke, the only protagonist, and I am still suffering! Or suffer silently? Even though this is my nature and my original intention, I still can't suppress my sensibility with reason. The raging anger burned all over the hell in an instant, and the desperate devil ran around madly, howling and screaming. Fierce flames reflect the sky, making the anger burn more fiercely! I will burn my cowardice and timidity with my sadness and anger, and make my anger burn more fiercely! I want to burn the whole hell with my second life. I want to spend my next life making up for today. I want to fly to heaven with the wings of the devil ... how many times before the night comes, I look at the hazy sky with tears? How I want to lift the veil of dark clouds and see the ugly face of the devil. I will bravely walk up to you, watch your tricks and growls, and spill blood and courage on your face. I won't give in to you, for fear that you will hit me with lightning or a burning stone. I will never give in, even if it is a thousand times and ten thousand times. I will be strong to you. Nothing can make me give up, because I love my parents and sisters, and I love my motherland and this land. Sunbird prose and poetry. Demons have horns, and when they are around, they have the right to vent. Dark clouds always shine at the darkest hour. That crutch, that organ and that plate all have the same magic power. Either accept suffering in the relentless wind and rain, or bathe in the rippling spring breeze surrounded by the devil. Corrupted the heart and gave it to the dog. Is it a monologue or a paragraph? Is it vanilla or proud grass in the Hoh Xil desert? Either arrogant, incompetent or rotten as garbage. Rotten people have lost the original pure sky, pure heaven and earth. Purity is a shame. Let the dark clouds and rain with radiant energy cover our rotting heart stone around the devil, and we will struggle, cry, be vulgar, be fatuous and attack. Why does death smile at you? Because it is ridiculous, because it is cowardly, because it is broken.