The Devil's Work
Time stops for none but he,
they whisper in hushed tones,
cowering before the god I be.
They sidle past in silence, barely
daring to breath, their heads bent low,
cowering before the god I be.
"He holds counsel with Mephistopheles,
ushering demons to reign in the sun,
for time stops for none but he."
I hear them stutter and stammer timidly,
scorched by the radiance of fear,
cowering before the god they see.
But I am no deity,
simply swaddled in a cloak of lies
that time stops for none but me,
you fools covering before the god I be.
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