Satan Fiancee
Smokey mountains and gloomy haze
23 long years of wandering in this maze
Equipped with martial arts and kung~fu moves
But simply just one of the various noobs
Stupid techniques and strategies irate
Both lead to undecided fate
Frosted roof~tops with sharpened icicle spikes
Not given the option to choose likes or dislikes
Same normal faces I see everyday
So far, far, away from the rest of the pack I stray
Black~sheep or oddball it's all the same
Born with a different first, middle, and last name
Seeing red I scramble to my uneven feet
As Satan says calmly, "come reserve this seat"
Satan has brown hair and baby-blue eyes
Everyday bombarding me with tons of surprise
Holding me close right now as we speak
My fiancee is Satan and his love and soul I intend to keep
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