Her demons keep her alive
With wit and grit
The keep her wise
Without them... She would die...
This evil... Needs a place
This evil... Needs a face
With an inviting charm
That will lure you with it's arm
None the wiser, nor alarmed.
Just to keep the smiles up
Will grant you a little luck
Then we demons strike you down
We love that innocent weeping sound
We're not harmful not at all
We encourage your own hand
When they say the mighty haveth fall
Who do you think still stands
With this evil
See my view
With my people
My you misconstrued
Under my steeple
Like minds conclude
We make use of the feeble
This girl too....
©akathatguy
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