How does the evil one get,
The billions to buy souls of men,
And lure them Into his fold?
Since Adam deception is his path,
Welcome to demonconomics 101,
And learn the ways of the world.
Satan has no real physical hands
With which to handle thedollars.
He tip toes remotely in stealth,
But he has willing mortal acolytes,
He implants thoughts in his own;
A bailout here, cooked books there,
Here is blood money and corruption,
Satan's disciples now have money,
Billions not got in toil or sweat,
To finance wars and buy silence.
And purchase justice by the tonne.
Then there are networks of gifters,
You can get a masters scholarship.
If you join my revered secret society.
Poor politicians are bought off,
And so are judges and scribes,
And now the networks are perfect.
So you claim never signing ha?
On the dotted line to join the club.
Of men with souls they don't own
But so thought the clueless Eve.
Pay the supreme price to Caesar,
And find you way back home,
Before the eternal curtain falls.
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