The
Devil stands on the road
Eyes
of red fingers of claws
With
his long hair flowing with the wind
He
isn't afraid of the traffic flow
The
first wave drives in
They
see him standing tall
They
break the cars quickly
The
bumper to bumper crash
The
second wave in the air
The
helicopters see him there
The
pilots try to avoid the head on crash
Instead
the helicopters crash to the ground
The
third wave of motorcyclists
They
do the stunts in many forms
When
they see the form of the Devil
They
tumble down crashing bodies and steel
The
fourth wave of politicians
They
are the greedy and corrupted ones
They
are so easily embrace the bad
They
fall head and body to the lake of fire
The
Devil laughs
“Who
dare to challenge me?”
The
ground turns up of many pot holes
“Fill
it up you lazy clowns!”
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