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Seekth My Soul Thou Wicked Deciever
Art thou the wicked deceiver who cometh dawn or dusk Once a dweller in the heavens who wrought scorn unto thy Creator In the ancient of days did he cast thee a loft Thus becoming caddish as cag-mag A drab locked away in Bridewell’s gaole Whilst thou parlayed the garden’s bouquet as the Grinder Seeker Who stood a midst the knowledge tree and offered nary but one One bite will make thee greater than He One taste shall wit thy mind Maker of gray betwixt black and white a savory eater of men’s souls Doth thou cometh this blackish hour to carry my wicked soul home Sheath thy forkth tongue Shake down thee to ever more hell Henceforth to dwell ever the more ye will In mere of fiery waters Waiter of the wittle of rotten and Evil- Forsooth! Forsooth! Thy dream Dost not the coddish fear and tremble while thou holdth Bilbo high Hearth lay thy saber- blood stained pudhly with the souls of mankind Thou monstrous shadowed deceiver Mankind no longer doth the grave bind Get thee behind me Satan For thy Kingdom is no more A son of David hath beautifully bequeath a love for all mankind Resist not the righteousness this judge of Adam Who doth sit at the Creator’s right side I stand in judgment as my soul is the bounty For now thy claim for my-self is thus been denied
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