Demon Below - Part Two

Eve look, who is that dark stranger squatting sickly, yelping about theft from inside that dying oak tree in the ditch, do you smell him with that rancid rage, jealousy jingling in eyes, he wears reptile hide sown together with rats' tails, listen Luv, he's speaking of cliffs and crosses, warning us constructing original ideas, original Love, he sounds like some prancing papper preacher, a pen with no story, a plan with no passion, he claims our journey as his own yet he has no woman, no Holy Rod, his only charm is a dried pig's tail tied around his arm, Now he throws mud in your direction like a burnt bully, remain here Eve, this is a dangerous animal, I will go over there to quiet his madness, as hammers lay rest to nails, Eve, that demon told me we should rewind our ambition back to the garden of glee, back to where life is free, tried to persuade me to abandon you like rain from sky, Eve my Luv, he said things against your virtue, I felt anger as war feels frenzy and rammed my fist through his mouth, he has violated the wrong Kingdom, we will laugh over the carcass of his patheticness as we bury him - By Poet - Adam/J.A.B.