I made a deal with the Devil
The Devil made a deal with me
I shall race him to the end of time
With the wings of Mercury at my feet
This race, no cheers no prize
My knowledge of Beelzebub
Undoubtedly the bane of my demise
I shall bate him with a hook
To wit he will not know
There is no need for throwing the book
My ego shall grow and grow
The moving finger writes
and having writ moves on
And the flag that once flew is dropped
The morning once here has gone
The moon has beckoned our souls
The Lord of Goats has sound the horn
There shall be this race alone
To wit a child shall be born
A Demon he shall be
A child more vicious than I
Consuming the livelihood of man
They shall die
They shall die
They shall die
I made a deal with the Devil
The Devil made a deal with me
I shall race him to the end of time
With the wings of Mercury at my feet
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