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...

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