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