Demons...
Demons...
They come and play for a while.
After all you can walk,
Straight through hell with a smile.
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They laugh, and they point,
They smile with such ease.
They ridicule and haunt you,
Until you're begging on your knees.
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These demons are incredible,
Whatever they see they take.
They don't care if you're good or bad,
Whether you're real or fake.
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I picture them as vultures,
Awaiting their prey.
They will wait a lifetime if they must,
To pounce on your dying day.
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They feed off every emotion,
They crave your fear.
When it's cold and dark they make noises,
So, you know that they are near.
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What's a demon to some?
What's a demon to all?
It doesn't matter if you're happy or not,
They only want to see you fall.
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Some people love them,
And wait for their turn.
However much pain they may have to take,
These people will never learn.
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That loving demons and hell,
Is just what they want you to think.
They are amazing manipulators,
And soon they will grin while you sink.
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So be warned now,
If you think you can handle the pain.
Be prepared for more than you bargained for,
You are surely not sane.
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Comments
I know this story of demons tormenting all too well. My house was infested with them at a point. Made Ghost Hunters look like kindergarten. They are real, they want to kill you, or at least make you think you're crazy. They come in many forms. Good news is I had my God behind me to battle them. I fought spiritual warfare now, helping people who are tormented. Praising God He saved me today! ❤
Wow! Love this! After looking at this, I have know confirmed what I’ve always known: I am not sane. I love these demons. I make friends with them. I don’t want to see people fall, so I raise people above me. I place myself lower and lower to where my only friends are the demons. It’s not bad, is it?