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Spreading grief, sorrow, and strife Satan has no demise. He takes you in, controls your brain Makes you feel your going insane. Ruins your life, and steals your soul Your swirling down, a bottomless hole. He persuades you to go his way But, fire and brimstone is the price you'll pay. It's fun while it lasted the deal you made But once time is up, in eternity you'll stay Forever in hell with the flames drawing closer Wishing you would have changed your ways It's too late now, You've chose your way.
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