Demonous scum from the depths of hell,
Given Sanctuary on our holy land,
Just so the pockets of the wealthy swell,
When are the men of God going to stand,
Innocent lives are taken on the street,
Demons carry knives to worship their God,
When you encounter one, have quick feet,
Run for your life, for the best odds.
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