The devils of religion face the music
That reads itself like a spinal chord.
The really clever demons prevent the ions
From escaping the flesh.
The dealing of humans prevails
Above the work of hands employed
By Satan.
The demonic man has been asked:
Why are you on this place called the manly world?
It writes to the place called the sky,
That demons are plainer in sight
To be weddings and institutions of evil.
The real satanic business is kept tight
And spilling it is from the cups of the servants.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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