aight lets start wit the short story

As he slowly walked In with the blood dripping from his hands ruining his Timbs/
Crying outloud trying to confess to committing the worse Sin Again/
While crying, he looked to the left and noticed the curtain blow in the absence of Wind/
Thinking nothing of it he kept praying but noticed the devil on his shoulder by the increasing amount of heat on his Skin/
Look at you crying to somebody that won't even here you talk/ Hate and passion is what he puts in you then disowns you for not denying whats in your heart
He looked up and noticed the lord nowhere in Sight/
He isn't here son if he cared about you at all you wouldn't of had such a horrible night/
Come with me son why follow a man that for your soul he obviosly is to busy to fight?/
So as they went outside Satan said 2 join you have to at this instant shoot that man/
He pulled the gun and aimed where he planned for the bullet to land/
squeezed the trigger but it jammed,the middle aged guy grabbed his kids and ran/
Suddenly the night stopped and everything around him turned blood Red/
Satan changed faces, "It was me the entire time, it was a test,you failed now your soul is dead/
He said.The end

now for some other shit i feel like dropping

When i Rhyme i do it with the window open looking Outside hoping i put enough power in my Lines to Describe beauty to a man thats Blind let my words be his eyes/To the point he arches his eyebrows showing Surprise then burries his face in his hands and Cries/And in between Sighs he repeats the words "at least i can say i saw Beauty before i Die"

Holla back at ya kin folk