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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