The devil comes down looking for the weak of mind,
sashays into town on the back of the gullible,
tears a hole in life,
leaves us confused as to what happened,
from where such madness sprung,
then he leaves,
back up to hell he goes,
leaving us to paranoia,
suspicion of our brothers and sisters,
his work done,
here to kick the wheel of hateful momentum

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