Demon (I’m Sore Aflame)

The demon wails: “destroy the blind, increase the pain,
Prevent the shine.” But crypt to life, a godly glow, a mortal
Tear, a spirit flow. My magnet scar, a septic light, a demon
Soul, a future bright. And prideful sheep, the demon’s prey,
A rabbit’s womb, a tomb fillet. And knighted soul, a
Demon’s love, a spirit ruse, the blues of blood. My septic
Fate, I’m sore aflame, adrift the hells, the bells of pain. And
Demon sex, a blatant sin, a Satan prayer, a serpent’s den.

The demon wails: "destroy the blind, increase the pain,
Prevent the shine.” But wine to God, the force of Christ, a
Bleeding soul, aflare the light. My demon vex, a villain
Rush, an ounce of death, a devil’s touch. And heart to stone,
A Pharaoh shrine, a biblic curse, a mystic shine. My septic
Fate, I’m sore aflame, adrift the hells, the bells of pain.