The Devil
He comes like darkness, scaring of lights
His masked mono eye, delivering bad luck
As he turns to search, he nourishes souls with
Insincerity laziness robbery, jealousy profanity
When he meets ministers, from their cabinet offices
Right on the date of sevens, his tackle he evens
Their feet he entroubles, their heads he encounters
Hypocrisy pretense blasphemy, envy unchaste injustice
When he destroys the bodies, the souls as he teases
His might stout in less, ashamed to hand the corpse
That swells without value, and bursts to turn soil
Unhelpful embarrassed panic, broke endless endeavors
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