The Devil wears a friendly smile, and gloats over your gullibility.

H walks in daylight like ordinary people,

sizing up who he will take next.

Matters not your wealth,

your poorness,

The friends you have,

the work you do.

His job ... recruit minions for his domain.

To keep the fires burning,

as you sweat, toil, scream.

And you will scream.

It's in the contract you never signed.