Poem-A-Day: Day 431

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Better devil should be called,
devil's pray to set you free.
Ride the cunning line,
go live in sorrow, the darker skies
Higher, find your way unto the devil.
Fear your money, your heart.
Pray to decide for the devil's gold.

The lord should feel low down
and give into temptation.

Lift your head to darker skies,
higher, find your way when you look.
The devil, the deep blue sea
I pray to trouble when you sleep.
At night, put your trust in me
and I should live in sorrow,
face the darker skies up high.