Handshake With The Devil. Poem by Charles Karia

Like pigs, demons like to frolic,
Where the moist filth of sin is,
Inside recently fornicated flesh.
Or bodies communingin rituals,
And those clad in fetishes and charms.

Where the devil's vomit called drugs,
Are consumed and sniffed for leisure,
Therein spirits will dart and Shrek.
And in filthy ecstasy, call the body home,
Till a casting is done, by one called to it.

The willing candidate for possession,
Needs to provide a wet filthy habitat,
Dabbling in horoscopes and omens;
And all games occultic and addictive.
So imps will come, without summoning.

Then weird fun becomes a stronghold,
Unseen powers now hold you mind,
And rushess you all the way to hell,
Like a magical tail, wagging a helpless dog,
Unless Jesus' name is called for you.

Those who use unseen powers sin,
And thereby pledge loyalty and faith,
To the dark kingdom of the devil.
They have ceded their liberty rights
And also the title deed to their soul.

How can you still have the cake,
You happilly ate last Halloween?
When the devil read your stars,
And you became his prized client.
Giving him the power of attorney?