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I filed suit for your soul today.
You felt the service in your bones.
If by tonight you don't respond,
Your spirit will become my own.
Who will stop the judgment nigh
And represent you in your plight?
The counsel who will face this court
Cannot be hired in noonday light;
So summoned, come, quaking pro se
And foolishly fight this complaint.
The jury picked to hear your plea
Will not be stricken of my taint.
No verdict cap or tort reform
Will curb the cost this judge demands
Once you've demurred and left your fate
Unbalanced in his scaly hands.
I sued you for your soul this eve
And placed a lien upon your bones;
No matter how just your appeal,
Your spirit will become my own.