His Name Was Satan
   
   Brent Dreher
   
   He was birthed of evil and had no care,
   His voice was dark and his eyes a glare,
   His greatest foe was birthed of all good,
   And he could look and see him from where he stood,
   To defeat his foe he made a plan so perfect
   Not even his foe could evr expect
   For his foe's creation could only live once,
   And through this plan each one would be dunce,
   he'd write up a book and let it be found,
   And hide up some proof, deep underground,
   It worked to perfection, far more than he could know,
   And after a while he was ready to show,
   He'd tricked his foe, outwitted him now,
   A look of joy upon his brow,
   All and all it's really quite odd,
   Now we all bow, and call him God.