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SON OF BELIAL

SON OF BELIAL

I struck a deal with the devil

The world was mine and mine to call

Its pomp and glam all heed my call

When men gathered, I stood a god

I shook hands with the devil today

To start a pact, my part I played

Ignoring the way, that narrow path

My fame stood tall, as more I gave

A pact is kept, and power grows still

I struck a deal with the devil

I never knew it would be so much evil

The power and glitz while yet remain

Happiness and peace still far from home

My soul is weary, it longs to rest

A quest for peace I journey uneasy

The fame and might I’ll give it all up

And pray my maker my thirst to quench

If only but I this peace could find

DHESERT CHEQUER

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