Demons * Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

They seek the suffering of others, as if it amuses them; wishing their worst to engulf victims rather than the best: for their prey mourning waiting to see pain in their face.

They looked for grief of any discomfort, seeking things that destroy or weaken opponents, watching to see any harming factors, hoping like a hawk to view any stress in their life.

Endless days, hoping to obtain their low of another, activities they do aimed to make them seem superior to this other: hope not to break from acceptance changes that might advance their condition.

Their acts illustrate the violence their own lack they feel about themselves, carrying this torch held high, which shows a lesser light of their being: performing demonic actions upon others' lives.

They see no value in our family, in this darkened heart, refusing to make any connection with others, tormenting those they feel less, trying to ruin their lives.