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"âî/´œœ<C593> îœiçî />éé/>z" pâîzîïç:
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RED-009.TXT aka
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"The Devil's Song: A Poem"
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by: Archangel
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Before we begin this latest installment of bullshit, we'd like to make a
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quick announcement. See, we're writers. We write. Don't ask us how, but
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somewhere along the way we did something we never expected in our whole lives
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as writers. We discovered the cause of cancer. I know, I know. It suprised
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us, too. It took us all off gaurd. I'd like one of our contributing writers,
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Archangel, to continue:
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Sorry I caused all that cancer. - Archangel
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Thank you for your time, please read on.
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Can you hear the devil's song?
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It breaks my heart to think
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that you could nary do a wrong,
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yet into hell you sink.
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The demons dance in fires bright.
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The flames, they burn so hot.
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What have you done to deserve this fright?
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For here your soul will rot.
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Would the demons know their fault?
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They might agree with you.
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Yet, should they not (no they won't!),
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your life will burn anew.
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What has been done to deserve this pain,
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this hell that must be endured?
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The demons know, but they'll not explain
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as they whip your soul once more.
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Fire crackles and brimstone smoulders,
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the pain of doing wrong.
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Now shall you bear the weight on your shoulders.
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The weight of the devil's song.
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