A Devil’s Heaven
(about the lies we choose to believe)
🎙 Performed by
Listening to this one is a must.
This poem is NOT about religion.
Birdie doesn’t just read—she embodies—worthy of an award.
Her voice is velvet and ash, each line delivered like a secret too sacred for daylight.
She poured her entire being into this performance—not as a character, but as a vessel.What you’ll hear isn’t just a voice.
It’s a warning. A seduction. A hymn unraveling.Let it haunt you.
No flame. No pitchfork. No charred command—
just silence stretched across the land.
A throne of salt where God once sat,
now crowned in ash and fed by rats.
The seraphs hang with mouths sewn tight,
their wings unstitched by lullabies.
He plays their halos like a lyre—
each note a prayer he sets on fire.
No screams—just hymns in minor keys,
a choir of doubts on bended knees.
Their hallelujahs cracked with rust,
their psalms recited into dust.
He walks through Eden in reverse,
unmaking stars with every verse.
The forbidden fruit is kissed—
As he whispers: “Truth was never missed.”
The sky is black. Not storm, not night—
but velvet drained of holy light.
No judgment falls. No wrath. No sin.
Just love so deep it pulls you in.
And when they beg to burn, to feel,
he offers them a sweeter deal:
A kiss, a crown, a perfect lie—
to rot in bliss but never die.
For what’s more cruel than fire or rod?
Imagine a heaven where there is no God.
© Cass Delmare voice by
2025. All rights reserved.What do we really fear—punishment… or the absence of meaning?
Is there a deeper cruelty in false paradise than in true suffering?If you were given the choice, would you live in a simulated paradise? Would you live/love a lie rather than accept/face the current brokenness of the reality we live in?
Are you already doing that, choosing entertainment, social media, distorted news, etc. than to open your eyes to what is happening?
This isn’t a poem about Satan—it’s about systems.
About comfort that numbs, truths we’d rather ignore, and heavens that ask for silence instead of honesty.
If it stirs something in you—lean into that discomfort. Comment, restack/share, and feel free to help me keep writing poems like this.Some hymns were never meant to be sung aloud.
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Her voice is haunting just like your words.
I used to want to live in non reality - a Devil’s heaven.
When I did drugs to escape and numb. Now I prefer the here and now as hard as it may be at times. 🖤
Hi cassian 🌿
This is absolutely stunning. The imagery is so vivid it feels almost cinematic. like watching some dark, sacred ritual unfold in slow motion.
I love how you balanced beauty and dread, especially in lines like “A kiss, a crown, a perfect lie to rot in bliss but never die.”
It really lingers. Thank you for sharing this.