A group of "men" argue over which of them is the best.
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Seven men sat around a table arguing amongst themselves of who was the most powerful. Said the man in auburn: I amongst you am the best I make the most stalwart man fall into rest My magic is delicious and of many’s tastes Through time it brings about destruction and hate. Once it sets in, one cannot easily let go I become natural, like blood that flows. I can bring ruin to a kingdom in a matter of days Leave scholars and philosophers lost in the haze I am the one who to the top I shall soar The best of you am I, Belphegor. Said the man in violet: It be me, whom which the power belongs My magic is spoken throughout poems and songs The power I hold is that of a hex Make the most virtuous man susceptible to sex From age to age I have been known From the weakest peasant to the highest on throne The urge to satisfy my call can destroy That powerful warrior is but a horny schoolboy My hex has brought about boils and pus Worship me all, for I am the great Asmodeus. Said the man in orange: I define you all the leader be me I am the urge for all to be completely free I dwell within all longing for action In every imaginable way of satisfaction I send men to bring down their enemy’s town Steal the women, the riches, the fame, and the crown I make men fat, sickness and in style And all along they are wearing a smile Grow large and gratify, give yourself up To me, the almighty Beelzebub. Said the man in green: You all are wrong, for I am the top I can bring all your powers so that they never are stopped I work in a way most easily defined Show what the enemy has on his other side How he is better, stronger, and more ecstatic with life My hex is the bringer of a grand amount of strife Through this way all hate is realized Burning within they will terrorize The leader of this table, I am your man Bow down to me, the Leviathan. Said the man in gold: Sadly Leviathan, I am the better of you I channel my power in way, making you the fool My power lies in thy riches and gold A single coin can bring a war of the world Through that one coin lays my power It grows increasingly stronger by the hour And all your magic can be found in this way Through the fetish of items I do pave And my power will bring about, hate, war, and famine Remember my name, the great one Mammon. Said the man in sapphire: You men are quite wrong; the power lies in thy self The evil within brings the longing for wealth The belief that you are quite better then most Make you the prime candidate for I to host The lack of apology the dark love from within The better you are, the worse is your sin Blinded by me, they become arrogant They seek no advice, unknown they are ignorant They go off and destroy the world, to a pulp of pure gore Follow me, I am pride, I am Lucifer. Said the man in crimson: ME BE BUT EVIL ME BE BUT HATE ME BE PRIMITIVE HUMAN MISTAKE ME BE THE FIRST ME BE THE WORST ME BE THE GOD’S VARIABLE CURSE ME THE POWERFUL MAN ME BE THE HATEFUL MAN ME BE THE ULTIMATE MAN ME BE……. ….and then an old woman walked into the room and yelled “SATAN! “ |