Demons can never accept lessons to learn,
From those they have picked to see demeaned.
Demons love to belittle them with schemes,
With it voiced heard to others...
How they can put those who teach in places,
Where they can be undermined in view...
To do as they choose to disrespect when seen.
A doing that brings nightmares and not dreams.
But demons who do this,
Fear a pendulum that swings.
With no escaping from it,
Or a payback that comes to do intentionally.
And there they are making appearances publicly,
Demons and their followers...
Rushing to churches to remove their curses,
In the hopes that their faking eliminates heartbreak.
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