Evil is an occupation best left to the devils,
Their food is quite a craft to the devils.
Save a job that must be saved, according to some,
It is surviving everyone staffed, to the devils.
One must spare a little thought to the anxious few,
A hazard is in those who laughed, to the devils.
Your faith is coming to be solid, an impressive affair,
And kept it intact when attacked, by the devils.
Innocence is a pleasure to behold, especially when,
It commands our future as we watched the devils.
Unhappy are the affairs of men and women,
When you are redundant instead of the devils.
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