Beware the Devil who pulls at strings
Behind the scenes misery he brings
Brother both to Fear and Anger
To manipulation he is no stranger
He directs you not to a specific end
But rather twists your heart beyond any mend
While fear and anger in time subside
In your soul forever hatred resides
His touch is poison his aim is chaos
If you bow to him you're forever lost
Smaller in size may this Devil be
But underestimate him and you will see
His blackened form hides him well
His cunning feared even in Hell
With deceit he leads you astray
A prince of lies he'll have his way
By the time you see him it is too late
You've been entrapped by the Devil Hate
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