From the Hands of the Devil to the arms of my Angel
Satan pulled me down
and made me frown
with fire all around
and hissing the only sound
I called upon St. Michael… beware!
The devil has a gruesome stare
Can you help me climb the stairs
From the deep dark depths of despair
Beelzebub tightened the chains
And molten lava rained
My muscles twitched and strained
Everything hurt in pain
But then there was a glowing light
The archangel came with delight
He fought to make everything right
and day soon came from the darkest night
The lesson learned is to always with faith
For the glory of God is our destined date
There is no need to wait
For his love is all so great
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