The Wicked Deceiver Written In Old English

Art thou the wicked deceiver- who cometh dawn or dusk Dweller in the heavens- who wrought scorn unto thy Creator Cast aloft- becoming caddish as cag-mag- a drab locked away in Bridewell’s gaole 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 Syllan thy lies for the Christ did rise for thou shalt tarry no more Mote 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 Good 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 Monstrous shadowed deceiver- no longer doth the grave highly boast Beautifully bequeath a love of mankind- a son of David- the Christ did rise Resist not the righteous-the judge of Adam sits at the Creator’s right side And thy kingdom shall tarry no more-no more And Thy kingdom shall tarry no more