The Devil softly spoke,
To the foolish earthly folk:
By idiocy you are enslaved,
Your morals are depraved.

Set your souls free,
For I proudly foresee -
With might, you may reign
And without masks of vain.

You will be saved from emotional pain,
You won’t have a reputation to maintain,
Worldly pleasures will be yours to obtain,
Treasures will be easy to maintain.

You just have to set yourself free,
You must set yourself completely free!
Free from rotten morals of progress,
From the false virtues of the virtueless.

...the Devil advocated for his ways,
Who he deemed fitting for our days.
And while it might sound repulsive,
This is also a preposition compulsive.

Now I speak: the world is doomed,
By its own idiocy, it is consumed.
The morals had gone wrong and vile
Ancient virtues are out of style!...

Ergo hear me and set free,
For I too proudly foresee -
With vigour, you shall reign
If you drop the masks of vain.