Horned Me Devil
Somewhere in the bowels of purgatory lives a horned me-devil drinking tea
Most know he is too evil to comprehend, others run into him, including me.
We knew not to look into his dastardly devilish dank deadened eyes.
If we face him as an equal, our souls would never have opportunity to rise.
He swishes around edges of purgatory, throwing his weight and his coat.
Bleating in a weird dead way that makes you think of Hades monster goat.
words cannot describe what you would fathom if you ran into him in the dark.
If you can be kind and helpful, do it, to avoid his devil's owner scratching mark.
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