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IT IT walks around like a roaring lion Seeking whom IT may devour IT creates scenes that look so fine Deceiving you is ITS finest hour IT wraps itself in sinful cloaks Tempts you to do the same Gloats at unsuspecting folks Lucifer is his name IT once was beautiful to look on But ITS ego was much too big IT wanted a paradise of ITS own IT laid ground work for this rig God, in His infinite wisdom said You may have your little paradise But you'll soon be filled with dread 'Cause the consequences won't be nice You will spend eternity in the hell you made The pain will be unending But there'll be none who will come to save There's no one I'll be sending You're here on earth at your choosing You sought to be higher than I But it's only you who'll be losing Although you'll never die So your ego will bring you sorrow Your army will all go astray For them, there'll be no tomorrow And it's you who made it that way So, satan, where is your power There's no one left to deceive No, this is not your finest hour Just an eternity for you to grieve