The Devil Wears Red.
The face of evil knows my creed
Sets a chair at my table of hate
Loud cheers at sight of my deadliest deed
Oh! .. lost souls can always just wait
Our source of believers is plentiful too
For accomplices we rarely seek
Just ordinary people like me and like you
With a penchant to pray on the weak
My evil is such that my foes simply wilt
My being offends a whole host
I feed on such people so riddled with guilt
On my plight to spread evil I boast.
A quantum of thoughts is all i require
No salesman's patter from me
I pander to those with a greedy desire
And hell is their true destiny
Believe in your God and shout out his name
I promise to give it some thought
To me it is all just a wonderful game
There's a price that you all can be bought
Prada was just a joke that i played
My fashion is anything red
My price is the ultimate one you will pay
So enjoy, your mine when you're dead...
poem by Dave James
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