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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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