All florescent before the gods
I hobnob with big cats near the rain
Beware! The demon shall flee
So black against the trees
We seduce grotesque flames below the dream
Atone! The devil was good
So quiet near the light
You squeeze dark evil over the sky
God! The demon has died
shadowed tired
where the light comes from
empty hands
With what regrets
your brother
look for love
and miss his turning
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