fifteen npm

fifteen npm

fifteen npm

fifteen npm

The Webstir with the Devile.

SIck why do you get so SIck.

Devile : You would not be so sick if you were not the bad person you would not be so sickly so poor iff you could only be good or be Godly.

Webstir : Consider JOB how he suffered.

Devile : humnnm. Perhaps eye misjudged you.

You see JOB well he wAs A  good person.

Webstir : you see how you just condemned yourself you wound up agreeing with me. Why then did this GOOD PERSON JOB suffer so much for doing good humnnm.

Devile : you mock me sir. So do you wish to be compared to him to be like JOB the job is mine oh ho he he. He buffed his nails till they shinned in Webstirs face. Then he smiled.

Webstir sings:

eyem going to this party up in Heaven when eye die

the entrance fee is just the givers name

just tell someone his name

to see me there

its his price he paid

you do not have to be no one

to party there with me

just bring yourself to me

Webstir bowed his Head then cried

then the Devile wept inside

when he seen my fifteen npm poetry