The Pains of Devilry – a poem

Devils dream in the blood with hard wishes

To bring down mighty plans of pained demigods,

Each touch a rarefied wire gone live in spatters

For time lived without the assistance of angels

In the dark, slumbering sequels approached

In search of knowledge and succour.

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Few lie in wait to be found, let alone resolved,

The conjuration of infernal flame lost in flow,

Ebb and tidal forces of horror hail at all moments

Inappropriate, the host burdened by hate,

Boundless by degrees dealt in exponential

Existentialism; devils ever dreaming anon.

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