The Devil


I once encountered the Devil, as close as one couldst be
He met me in mind and spirit beneath the old oak tree
Towards his lair of evil he leadeth me,
with his cold and brittle hands
Passing by the souls of the damned,
who bendeth to his commands
He showed me the groaning,the moaning, the gnashing of teeth
He showed me the joys of the world of which layeth beneath
So I stayed with my Master amongst the fire and brimstone
Reveling in the screams and sights of flesh-stripped bone
This I holdest dear to my heart,
for my time with the Devil had taught me
Try as I might to escape, death was inevitable as couldst be

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