Not yours for the taking, Satan.

And from the darkness extended the cold, grey claw of malice,

Affirming the target of its sinister intentions.

When noticed the figure darts behind the curtain,

And the meek soldier boldly stands upon the carpet,

Arms pressed firmly against his hips,

And bellows at the top of his voice…

NOT TODAY, SATAN!

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