If willing
Their belief
On almighty
To relinquish
And from
Their soul
For lucifer
Proffer
A special dish,
For a while,
Devil will not be
Unwilling to grant
Sorcery and occultism
Blindfolded fools
The financial bonanza
They gluttonously wish
Or an earthly pleasure
They die to relish.
But at the height of
Their self contentment,
With a stab on the back
With a sharp knife
Satan will ramshackle
his subject's life.
Devil could
Not be God
However hard
he play-acts
When approached
Ensconced on his abode.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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