I fought the devil for eight months,
protecting the woman I loved,
watched him scorn and round up his friends
to inflict pain on her.
I watched the devil scorned his friends.
This demon has no limitations to inflict his misery
He is and always well be uncivilized,
To obnoxious to come to terms with,
He is pestilence within the shadows
protruding through the crevices,
Shocking creativity and effort,
Devil is to good a word for him,
he is the black crow pecking on all
living things. Misery has abandon him
solitude cries to ever have met him.
He is AL AN nothing devil,
literary supreme and absolute
horror upon written language.
He is the monkey on my back,
Yet I've not met a monkey I could not train
to be civil. I've not met a horror
I could not kill, I am incorrigible
as he is. I am the devils reflection,
every push its push back, every taunt is
taunted back, I am horror in the shadows
Literary illiterate, uncivilized imbecile
without need or want to ever stop.
I am AL AN nothing devil.