Not all demons have 2 horns
When they use and hurt with grudges and scorns,
On they head horns never adorns
When a man's soul mourns.
Whey they tell man what to do for their own reasons
When a man's very soul weakens,
All the while he's tantalized by two enticing beacons
But it's not from those two horned demons.
When demons causes worries and dread
And horns are not seen on their head,
And when hate is created and lies are said
Those horns are never there when you see red.
When a monster invites you to a beautiful feast
And your excitement and desires are increased,
And your temptations are then released
It's because of another sinful beast.
When those demons tell you want to say or do
When they enjoy to control you,
And when they tell lies which you believe are true
And you don't care what they put you through.
When you feel tormented and tricked and used
And you finally realize it's never by dudes,
But, you continue your begging while confused
It's by those demons, with the big boobs.
Randy L. McClave
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