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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required DEMONS DO EXIST . . . You can't spend all your time stuffing them in your bottom drawer In time they will all work their way out and when they do, it's war Thousands of years of incarceration, those demons are all due out Just to wreak havoc upon this earth, to this there will be no doubt Now, if they have survived all those thousands of years with no ail Rest assured; this will be all over once the blighters' are out of jail Reciting God's words will have no effect, its him they're looking for Because, from another life time, they've not forgotten him for sure God; welched on a deal with them, then has never been seen since He could not cope with contracts made, forgetting the smaller print He, knew it was totally unfair to release these demons on mankind So, God buried the demons way down below, to which we are blind Whether it be earthquakes, or missile blasts, earth on us, will crack Seas and oceans will open up, and the blighter's will be sorely back So, if you think you have seen a war, you really need to think again God, has increased mankind, as from those demons we can defend And left us all of with some empty promises that's written in a book Will of course, not question, all of our lives, that these demons took Because God, has gone as AWOL and he is not about to return soon He; thinks when it comes to paying his own debts, he is as immune So, left the fallen angels and also his begotten son to keep the faith To cover up on failed payments on contracts, and his fall from grace So, if you oft wondered, as to why God did not save his son that day It was because his hands were tied because of debts he couldn't pay Thinks; he had this part of the tale buried, but now the truth be told This is not some kind of mythical story, but a truth that was foretold We; are the never ending interest, on his debt, that needs to be paid And, that is why, we never see an end to wars, that on us are waged The rich tycoon's who get even richer without any sign of guilt to pay When there is no ripping up of those contracts, even to this very day Is God even worth it, we will never know, because we have no choice Because; all that we have to hold on to, is this God's whispered voice These demons, that one day will be released, are total thoroughbreds Humanity and compassion is something that never enters their heads Are Satan's own mercenaries, and with humans have never interbred Who are on a mission, to find God, then it is off, with his flamin' head No one welches on a deal with Satan, of that you can, be bloody sure But, God is too far away biding his time, until time gives him the cure Every nation will go against them, with machines, and by sheer hand God help us, excuse the pun, if we were to find out, then understand We as God's so called children, were all along his bloody master plan To fight all of his battle's, to rid him of his troubles, since time began So if going into a contract with Satan, be sure to read the small print As the price we are paying today is Satan making a well earned mint God who broke his payment schedule that's now costing us the earth I want you to think about that one, before saying, that is just absurd Indeed it could be the meek that will one day, inherit this ruined land As they had sense, and ran away, they didn't want to fight, first hand They say, it is never over, until it's over, that is just the way it swings Either, not until that rather fat lady in the back row gets up and sings Indiana Shaw . . . "Now remember kiddie's this is just a story, and don't forget to drink your co-co before you go to bed" . . . ; )
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