To Steal a Soul
The devil rode out, souls were his aim
the purer the better, a young virgin
he hunted high and low, a soul to claim
none were to be found only those with sin
With an evil hiss Satan searched on
his prongs on fire full devilish intent
he cast his net and his aim was dead-on
reeling in his prize with much malcontent
On returning to hell with banshee shriek
he cast the soul into his burning pit
his followers all gave out a big squeak
the poor soul burning agreed to submit
For now but only now does Satan rule
until heavenly angels overrule
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