Highs And Lows Poem by John Sensele

Push the boundary
Raise the bar
Inside the incendiary
That cauterizes creeds in the jar
Inside of which cries the brain
Whose functions baffle minds
Straining in the rain
To pander to rinds
Deriding lemons
Which glorify the miseducation
In the city of demons
Breathing fire in their devotion and dedication
Sacrificing progress
Energizing clouds
As they suppress progress and regress
At corners where shrouds
Shout for freedom
From the slavery
Demons and their kingdom
Magnify in the bravery
Demons perceive in tricks
They deploy to suck human blood
Pricking capillaries through bricks
Where God releases the flood
That wipes clean demons' efforts
To attack the innocent
Aroused to fight fallacy forts
Concealed in the scent
Flowing and glowing in the air
So pregnant within the pout
Demons prepare to declare
Their clout brooks no doubt
Until tools of black magic
Melt into nothingness
When demons die a death so tragic
Black magic turns into seas of sadness and madness.