Even a staking thru the chest..
Is not enough to lay this foul,
unholy force to rest.
A silver bullet thru the heart,
however,
might just do the trick..
yet still I am unbothered
for a lick.
And even if they’re coming
strapped with guns,
and even if they’re packing..
it makes no difference to me..
for they won’t catch me lacking.
And even if their aim is really good,
I still don’t care.
Because tomorrow I will vanish
in a cloud of smoke…
The Devil won’t be there.