Demons do dance, in a summer time trance Blessing only what they see Ignorance reigns, but never to blame The prophecy of the knowing tree The wicked eat thickets & thorns & such Digesting them in the womb Foul is the stench that fills the air From the flesh that they consume Never the less they bless, the feast with the beast Gluttony is what they implore They fill their plates with the implication of their own defication And still they ask for more But, judge ye not, as hellfire burns hot And purifies the souls of we For I still feel pain and the spiritual strain As those demons danced with me
Reason for writing:
This poem is for those, and is inspired by those, who have walked in the valley of the shadow of death.....and feared no evil.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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