To the Demons of Deluth

In the distance, among the many clouds. I see the moon is shining. Reflection's of the light, given by the sun. Laced by cloud's silver lining. Green the day.Yet gold by night. Time still turning. Continual light. In another atmosphire. Dawn's distant illusion to steal the day. For demons soon pass this way.And none shall hold you. None shall care. Boiled face forming. Now all shall stare. Soon to see the nightmare's truth. The demon's day in the city of Deluth. Pain's destruction to inflict, on all who pass this way. Preacher man or convict, Will break like jars of clay.