Classified Demon - Poem by Randall Snapp
The debased offsprings of watchers, waiting to defile,
living in chaos, thinking to win.
Passing laughter like a jackel, playground of iblis,
a spooks life, always watching.
Living in shame, watching like a predator,
passing words like a farger.
From hell their born, and closets their raised,
With no voice, they live to shame.
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