demons
im creeping, im crawling im sneaking all over your private pasture im hiding all the time from mephistopheles and making deals with beelzebub instead so thats how you bargain your soul and get paid in eternal burn oh the guilt buried babies blindly stumbling in his own lechery slinks the uber-pitiful wretched and despised muscles squeezed to total tension and lips burned away back stretched in a taut, ironic smile a face, once proud, now grimacing and eyes glazed over, unseeing deathless, yet lifeless and unknown...