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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required You better pay heed to the Devil and give the man his dues He's been around a long time now he's even made the news Iraq, Iran, Vietnam, you name it He's been there Katrina came in waves of pain and stripped the naked bare Global warming, new age dawning He holds all the aces He forms the plans of presidents, his form takes many faces His truths are lies, unholy ties, to satiate the thirst You'll run his race of greed an' hate and God knows He'll come first The Reich had flown His colours, Genghis rode His steed On Jesus flesh the cat did flail an' left His soul to bleed A crown of thorns or Satans horns is the choice that's laid upon us His trick is to remain unseen, as He daily walks among us His numbers rise among us 18 and 666 They gather at the meeting place, to score the Devils fix A house of white, a heart of black, power no one man should hold The jury sits in chamber, shall mankind be forced to fold Oh Tiber, father Tiber, to whom the romans pray A child of light sits balanced on the scales of dark decay The clarity of reason lies drowning in your sea As nations gather armies "IN JOYOUS RAPTURE HE" From dawn of time 'til present day, religious cradles shook "Under every rock you'll find me" If you care to look "Not in my name" Jesus cries as they squeeze His tortured soul While at His feet the Devil holds his bloodstained, begging bowl What is next? What remains, of the scraps from the Jackals table Can Christ redeem us, or the Devil claim us, or is love indeed a fable The moon is full, the tide is high, the wolves they walk among us The innocent scream "The End Is Nigh" As the vultures prey upon us
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