The accuser, as a toddler,
Was told horns has he.
Sly tongues and vamp' bats
His agents are;
To-and-fro the Hell-maker
To accuse is his job.
That when a slur I am,
Innovating mischievous plans,
An angel of his becomes I.
He, but a primeval brad
Setting the whole wide world
Going for a button...
And now the deceiver,
Just as I knew naught,
I know is the Hell-keeper.
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