Heavenly Decay (The Prologue)

I wrote this poem a few months ago, it's going to be the beginning of an epic which will contain many different poems with many different titles connected under one; Heavenly Decay.

Heavenly Decay
Hell doesn't await someone like you
When you perish you can't go where you please
Where you willingly bend your knees
Where the flames that Satan grew
Only make you feel anew

Heaven awaits someone so devious
Where the harps blare
A place where good will is shared
God's Kingdom banned the mischievous
Your home because moral righteousness is tedious

In Heaven you decay
Because Hell is your perfect place
All of your awful tastes
Allow you to spend perfect days
In God's incendiary grace

Exorcised 
I've ran and ran and pushed and pushed
All I could lift I tried to lift and I failed
Failed often and darkness trounced me
I succumb, possessed, a demon
Someone for wrong doing and abuse
Sadistic, sociopathic, and suicidal
I'm not supposed to give up
Only horror have I brought, many lives I have took
But I won't let go I will keep punishing
No matter the place or conditions
I can't be exorcised
Exorcised of the demons, the devils
The demons and devils