Devil shall perish

Don’t touch me with wickedness
Never bring ruthlessness
You’re a devil
Into your life lurked evil
And the way you mock and tease
Thrives and never cease
With your sunken gravel
Liked eyes and the farthest navel
On your protruding stomach
With dirt so much
Into people’s lives you sneak
Secrets you let them leak
You lure them into stealing
And too much drinking
You turn them selfish
But don’t let them sell fish
You force them to do bad things
Like subjects oppressed by kings
You produce bad omens
Leading to torments
Yet your life tend
To come to an end
At times you’ll perish
Your manners you’ll vanish

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