Come with me, my enchanting friend.
Stay here a moment if you please.
It’s true that Satan has no knees.
Everyone’s life must one day end
And weeds and flowers often BLEND.
Here, drink this rightly bitter gall.
We’ll cover you, then, with a pall.
Show us which way you genuflect
As one last comment I inject.
Do enter now please Satan’s Ball.
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