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There was a church to be built

The budget's round, the craftsmen skilled

Time , money, no lack of anything

Nights went short, bars so tempting

The architect lived his dream

And thought it would be

Until eternity

But nothing is granted for free

As he became the head of fools

The reckoning would come soon

In debt for eternity

To a certain Mister D

Then he'd surely see

That nothing is granted for free

Not much happened

On the holy building site

The architect was summoned

To build the church overnight

In came the Devil with an offer

The architect could not refuse

The Devil would send demon workers

An incredibly hard working crew

To get the work done before morning dew

The architect knew just what to do

All money he had left

Must stay untouched

So he would trade his soul

In this treaty of trust

A miracle happened

Not of Christian kind

As dawn broke on the day

The church towered to the sky

His woman, smarter then the Devil

In love, her husband must be saved

So she took one stone away

And he Devil never got paid

So the architect was free

His debt got redeemed

But then Mister D, yes He

Was looking for another treat

More miracles happened

Not of the Christian kind

As dawn broke on more days

Hearts filled with sorrow and spite

Not pleased with his charity

The Devil plots the doom

Especially on you

Mister D is here for all of thee