Motion Poem by Satan's Sibling

Motion



Massacre of demons,
Onto the upwards world they rise,
Time is of the essence,
In the sands they squirm,
Only to drown in their own fears,
Never to see the flame again.

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Satan's Sibling

Satan's Sibling

In the Bahamas. (I wish)
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