when the clock strikes midnight
~devilsummoner
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Among the depths where devils keep,
the angels weep while counting sheep,
for no longer have they need of sleep,
when the clock strikes midnight.

And when I finally fly away,
into the great big sky, I'll say,
"oh, how the angels used to pray!",
when the clock struck midnight.

Then I come unto that place,
a foreign land, but sacrosanct,
and I do work for happenstance,
until the clock strikes midnight.

Lo! the angels do proclaim,
I thought them gone and yet they say,
"we'll sing for you, this merry day",
when the clock strikes midnight.

I'm happy to be at the pub, thanks for your hospitality! What's
everyone drinking?