As evil satanic demons soak up your soul You will soon remember How you dug that hole You dug that hole worshiping the devil Now people call you the evil rebel I hope you've learned that sinning against the god Won't help you at all it just makes it all very odd Praising the lord is worth a whole lot more Especially when you enter the devil's door.
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