(Demon - medieval English folklore)
Sparring with wandering
discernment, disrupting the daily
lives of benign velitation,
Tiny creatures, dripping blood,
hiding amid the conscience of
puritanical messengers.
Fear grips the questions, sorrow
slips into the answers, causing
sinful temptation.
Twisting braids of hair-brained
judgments, leaves us crying next
to bedlamite bleeders!
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