Demons Poem by Jazz Christopher
Demons
The demons are calling
Right under my bed
I cannot see them
Where have they hid
Under the shadows
Dying in the light
Suffering from the angels
With a powerful fright
Demons are calling
Demons are scared
Angels are coming
Right over there.
Victory is sweet
Vengeance is sour
For a measly hour
Skeletons have risen
They have fallen
Back where they came
In hell will never be the same
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4/19/2024 9:44:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You're welcome and thank you too =)