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Poetry: Demons

by Dean F. Wilson

I lay my dog-faced demons down
Before the altar of my Crown;
This offer may not seem like much
To those whose demons do not clutch,
But every monster knows this game;
The hounds of hell are hard to tame.
The demon dog can lure you in:
Iniquity, injustice, sin.
It only takes those puppy eyes
To win you over, truth or lies.
To sacrifice them is to know
How hard it is to let them go,
But King or Queen ordains this deed,
And in the end we must concede
To this hard law, this cold decree:
So will you do this act for Me?

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