| They thought he was the anti-christ,
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| For it was the time of his coming.
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| Evil was inside the boy,
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| You could see the devil in his eyes.
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| They would drive devil out,
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| They would follow the
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| Teachings of the lord.
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| They would deliver his soul from hell.
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| Withhold not correction from the child.
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| For if thou beatest him with
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| A rod he shall not die.
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| We shall deliver his soul from hell.
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| They took him to a darkened room,
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| To beat the devil out of him,
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| This violence was the only way, they said,
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| To make him well again.
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| But the boy could take no more,
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| The spasms racked his body,
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| And he did lay in death so still.
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| They said it was a demonic attack.
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| And so they laid him on the bed,
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| Left the room and locked the door.
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| They thought that life would soon return,
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| The good lord would not let him die.
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| Time passed and the flesh did rot.
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| One by one they were led away,
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| But still inside their twisted minds,
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| They could not accept the truth. |