As a sensible,
As a logical,
And a well informed fellow
I asked that when you meet the Devil
Where do you draw the line?
Quick wit, to leave me assured
You affirmed, my friend, I'll never cross this line
Persistent and fiendish, as Devils are
He barreled through the line, with evil in his eye
Thankful to have a friend, I asked, is this enough?
Uneasiness overcame me when you said it was okay.
Quick wit, to leave me assured
You affirmed, my friend, I'll never cross this line
But he truly was hell, this ****** Devil
Carelessly he pushed right through, past the line again.
Worried, I asked, well surely we're in danger?
Of course not, he replied, siding with Devil and his plan
Quick wit, to leave me assured
You affirmed, my friend, I'll never cross this line
With no limit, his forked tongue just laughed
Storming through again, no one in his way
Terrified, I pleaded, this nonsense had to stop
My friend, now foe, said this is the only way
How foolish I must be to,
To ever believe a line that couldn't be crossed.
And to think you'd stand by me.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 8:44 AM UTC
As a sensible,
As a logical,
And a well informed fellow
I asked that when you meet the Devil
Where do you draw the line?
Quick wit, to leave me assured
You affirmed, my friend, I'll never cross this line
Persistent and fiendish, as Devils are
He barreled through the line, with evil in his eye
Thankful to have a friend, I asked, is this enough?
Uneasiness overcame me when you said it was okay.
Quick wit, to leave me assured
You affirmed, my friend, I'll never cross this line
But he truly was hell, this ****** Devil
Carelessly he pushed right through, past the line again.
Worried, I asked, well surely we're in danger?
Of course not, he replied, siding with Devil and his plan
Quick wit, to leave me assured
You affirmed, my friend, I'll never cross this line
With no limit, his forked tongue just laughed
Storming through again, no one in his way
Terrified, I pleaded, this nonsense had to stop
My friend, now foe, said this is the only way
How foolish I must be to,
To ever believe a line that couldn't be crossed.
And to think you'd stand by me.
