There once was a man with no soul
in his life he saw only one goal.
He would stomp, screw and pound
others into the ground
but he dug himself into a hole.

When he found that he could not succeed
and that people like him could be freed
from their nasty affliction
and in-NATE dereliction
he decided to chuck all his greed.

But the devil was very much present
and he knew how to make things unpleasant
when he reached for the soul
there was only a hole,
'cause the man with no soul was a peasant.

Well the peasant's name really was Neville
he was soulless but quite on the level
when he turned to his God
he received the big nod
and he grinned at the silly old devil.

Herbert Nehrlich

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