The devil is a clever chap
Asks non to worship at all
Sits back and little does
And watches souls to his trap fall.
The God that created man and the world
Tries each and every day
To guide mankind who to him is blind
And insist to walk thier own way.
Among the flames he counts the names
Of souls who are condemned
Greater shall be the share that has he
In Hell at the Worlds End!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem