The Ragram
The soulless Ragram demon slithers
From out the bowels of hell
Its touch each flower withers
While working Satan’s spells
Its mouth can only utter
Words twisted into lies
A snarling sputtering clutter
While claiming to be wise
Professing in all honesty
Disguised as twisted truth
To love and honor others
While spewing dark abuse
The Ragram's fangs are dripping
Death's venom is its wealth
The wanton lust of power
Shows its narcissistic self
Beware the Ragram demon
Its Philosophy understood
‘No matter what I have to do
What’s good for ME is good’
Copyright © Jane Vandoe | Year Posted 2020
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