Lucifer
walks
He
doesn't need to fly
He
has many souls to collect
He
keeps whistling his calling tune
“When
the bad virus attacks
I
am always at the centre
Collecting
souls is my job
It
is to enrich my soul”
There
are many souls
Floating
up to his calls
He
doesn't need to fly
He
walks to pick them up
In
his bag of souls
This
is his calling card
The
bad virus keeps him busy
As
the victims keep falling
Because
the donkey people
They
think they are immune
The
bad viruses will claim lives
Rich
or poor or destitute or homeless
There
is no difference
Once
the bad viruses attack
Lucifer
will always smile
In
his bag of souls he will collect
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