Devil Folklore
With one last gamble,
I declare victory over myself,
I listened to every command and sincerely said oh well,
My word choice is very unfancy,
But by declaration the devils get antsy,
They say don't blow my nose in a car,
That memory sticks to it,
Be remembered afar if you get used to it,
They say don't transmit outside of shelter,
A home was made for transit without death sir,
That's why it's traditionally wood,
Pagans said trees grant life and in death present should,
It was hope that dead trees may help imaginations breathe,
A life granted is not truly quite sain,
Until they can embrace all that is thy name
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