god and the devil are transitional energy

I found the devil  
In the crevice of godly service.  
I stood at the edge  
And watched it break me,
Take my thoughts and  
violate the sanctuary  
I prayed to.  
 
I was there when I was created,
From perfumed lilies,  
And roadkill skid marks,
I was overcooked and  
Burning from the start.  
 
I try to rebuild from the disarray,
The char stains my hands,  
And on my knees I crawl,
The distance draws farther
And my sight tunnels  
Into the pit I fall.  
 
The bottom and the top squeeze me  
in ways that rub every atom,  
The sand corrodes me  
A canyon forming through my  
Heart and mind
And on the eve of my demise  
I was so careless,  
Taking the sun for granted
Through jaded blinds.