The devil is at my each and every gate
He is desperate to get in before it’s too late
How can I ever set up my date with fate?
when all my victories the devil ate
And I can tell you he never does sate
All the goodies from one to eight
I have my belongings taken at any rate
For the ring of justice, I’ll just have to wait
These clothes I wear, these stones I tear
The sun hungrily glares down my every care
He knows he can take all with just a stare
But I keep the fight like a knight to make destiny fair
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