Demons Poem by Lee Joseph Menke

Sledgehammer, Sledgehammer, Sledgehammer
Pick it up and don't you stammer
My job is a job of the job to rob itself the right to sob
I have to be swift, i have to be quick
only one day to make bright turn gray
to bring destruction so i cannot function
We will not fail
We will walk this never-ending trail
Until we get battered with fiery hail
shackled and sent straight to hell
By a medicine-man
A Man who bears gifts
A Man who slits the wrist
A Man who damns demons
A Man not to reckoned with
Witch Doctor, don't set me free, i am at ease as wind blows through the trees
I am ok, look its all better, it was yesterday, soon to be yesteryear
those demons failed
look at me i am finally relieved
good night i am going to sleep
Witch Doctor: 'only to be deceived, one day i will see you free'