Look
in the mirror
No
principled man
You
forgot about rules
You
will never last
Now
you have enough rope
You
think you can swing far and wide
Believing
you can make it
Across
the river of crocodiles
When
the soul is sold
The
Devil will not forget
He
will wait with patience
The
day will come quickly
The
Devil always collects
He
will not wait for years
Within
a short span of time
The
rope will be cut
There
you will scream
Falling
into the jaws of crocodiles
There
history will say
“No
principled man!”
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