"But ye have borne the tabernacle of your Moloch and Chiun your images, the star of your god, which ye made to yourselves,"
His name is Hale, his home is the Bottomless Pit.
He buys and resales, his practices aren't legit.
Too fit for comfort, he aligns with what's bad.
Leviathan glad, while the God stands mad.
Truth in all things, I then flip the script.
Buying genies from Hell, diseases are amidst.
Training a train a thought, to be continued, then fought.
He waits then patiently, as he buys, his soul is then bought.
Now he is caught, these are the times to reminisce.
His fist in the air, then President Marbas cuts his wrist.
Bleeding demonic blood, his terror of reign over.
That's when Christ gave em' the one and only cold shoulder.
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