What happens to a demon in the brush?
Waiting at a a gate,
Hiding in the mush.
He is cold as slate.
Is it human?
Maybe a spawn from the Devil?
Maybe a spawn from the Devil?
He is forming dark omens,
Bringing everyone down to his level.
Steps of burning embers
A touch like the coldest ice,
He threatens to sever
Any and every tie.
His blood boils
Maybe yours will to
Do not toil,
He is coming for you!
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