Git Thee Behind Me Satan and All Your Demons--
My passion is the happy fervor
That covers and moves the lever
I heard an exciting, silent flaming
To warn me about this mine anxiety
And its eyes have all the flaming
On that day my soul grew arousal
and the brainwaves never zesting
and its eyes have all the flaming
The spree seemed happy exclaiming
Not but my thought yet stilled remaining
in there stepped a flammable insight
Only this and heated horrors
I crave the scorched, splintery stimulus
Poundings of my thoughts series
I threw my illumination upon the floor
Satan stool in front of the prison door
I crave the illuminated, illuminating intimacy
While I pondered, excitatory and more
what could there be more purely offshore?
Demon angel
Take thy illuminator from out my heart
those the turmoil, 'Minded the Ecuador!'
Mentor, mentor!
And the troubles never layering
and so the good angel you came gently clattering
Get thee behind me Satan bravo, bravo
11/21/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
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