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demon
lover 
or
my
life as a demon 
(for
godsbother?)
let
me tell you about 
my
life as a demon
an
agitation 
you
could call it 
run
around on fire 
of
the soul, is it? 
a
lot of falling 
and
through the flames 
I
may well have been cast 
demon
is a type 
put
away the horns and tail 
keep
it in your pants 
fell
through time and space like this 
people
whispered 
hurtful,
said 
can
you imagine? 
and
are demons really unclean?
would
you sit next to one on a bus?
have
you no pity at all... for  
inflammation
every
joint 
then
there's the fire in the belly
and
elsewhere!
they
wanted me for a red hot poker
you
can think of it as a game 
kind
of a politics 
there's
a lot of the wrong idea 
about
demons 
I
was hot 
and
had the hots 
punished!
 the best part
I
can dole it out as well 
whips
and chains 
all
hell-forged too 
give
as good as got
tongue
hanging out 
and
catches 
then
everything's in ashes 
once
I heard a crack – 
felt
something holding back 
hell
freezing over, as foretold 
some
garlic breath and back to bubbling 
can
call up clocks 
mischief
is magic 
now
and then a little lilt 
and
wistful with the flames 
look
in – how otherworldly there 
and
future just the same
did
I omit demonic laughter?
but
I wear the devil's garments 
to
spare you the ugly truth 
and
constantly 
I'm
coming alight 
burst
into flames 
again
and again 
whenever
you're around 
 
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