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I don't believe in Satan, But he believes in me, He's ever so patiently waiting, To sharpen his teeth, Praying on the blood with faith in only what they see
The poem describes a person's disbelief in Satan, but the devil's unwavering belief in them, waiting to strike. The imagery is vivid and intense, likening Satan to a predator patiently biding time.