The sign of the devil,
Satan, Beelzebub, His Royal Highness of Hell, Thief of souls,
He keeps those he steals in a book of rolls,
Charging the worst, tolls,
His minions are guarded by that of trolls,
Donī¹ try to escape as he will know and send you to,
The outermost reaches of his realm of fire and coals?/FONT>
The number that stands for him, as above,
Has nothing whatsoever to do with love,
If you are branded with that sign,
You have nothing more to live for so you should shove,
Yourself from a cliff of great height,
And fall to your death, to join the satanic hoard,
As a member you are, far before death, & aboveboard?/FONT>
Some say they can see, with, I suppose satanic sight,
That number, 666, burned into the foreheads of those about to die,
Now why would I be the one here to lie?
As if I did so, would I not have the number on my head? Oh my!
If you fear the evil of the devil transposed,
Hear me now, you are only supposed,
To drink the blood of the satanic high priest,
When you are rightly told,
So for now you can, no matter what, cease?/FONT>
Enjoy for now, your existence on this earth,
For with that number on your forehead,
You are bound, eventually, to serve the satanic master?SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> (ed)
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