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Challenge of the Week CCVI
You've found yourself standing at the gates of Hell, and you're given a typewriter and one page waiting in it. You have one short poem to either keep you out, or shove you in.
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JaredHammer
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♫ Dear Devil,

Look at this, look where I am, way

Down, down, down.

Never thought I’d end up here after I

Drowned, drowned, drowned.

Mr. Devil, sir, now why’ve you got such a

Frown, frown, frown?

Didn’t ya know, sir, all along I was a

Hound, hound, hound?

Well, here I am, take me if you must,

But I don’t think you will.

Ah, I see, you didn’t think I’d

Show, show, show,

After getting tossed right off that cliff,

No, no, no.

Thought those demons had enough of my

Show, show, show.

Dun’ made sure I’d never again play my

Banjo, jo, jo.

Well here I am, yes I’m still here,

Today, day, day,

With a song in heart, I’ll be here to

Stay, stay, stay.

So, unless you want me forever to

Play, play, play,

You’d best be sure to kneel right now and

Pray, pray, pray.

You’ll let me go.

You’ll let me free.

Or else you’re sure to see,

My banjo and I,

with my songs divine,

And fingers on the strings.

So, here I am, take me if you must,

But I don’t think you will. Why?

Even you can’t take it, Mr Devil, sir.

Just send me up to the sky.

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