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A lying brother was paralyzed with fear When the Father of lies drew his evil lance. The devil threw his pointy pitchfork, Signaling the start of the Satanic Dance. The Power of darkness finally hopped and began to shuffle With the day closing fast; The brother lost his soul As Satan danced his last. The Thief twirled around the Tree of Knowledge As hot sparks pierced the sky. I know not why God appeared then, But all was lost as He began to cry. As God brutally tore off the Wicked One's limbs Beelzebub screamed and slithered away. God desperately searched for the lost brother's soul, But, alas, the Serpent still has it to this very day.
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Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 12:26 PM UTC
The Satanic Dance
A lying brother was paralyzed with fear When the Father of lies drew his evil lance. The devil threw his pointy pitchfork, Signaling the start of the Satanic Dance. The Power of darkness finally hopped and began to shuffle With the day closing fast; The brother lost his soul As Satan danced his last. The Thief twirled around the Tree of Knowledge As hot sparks pierced the sky. I know not why God appeared then, But all was lost as He began to cry. As God brutally tore off the Wicked One's limbs Beelzebub screamed and slithered away. God desperately searched for the lost brother's soul, But, alas, the Serpent still has it to this very day.
An Inspiration written from the First Sin.
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Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 12:26 PM UTC
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