Poem: Demonic Avoidance

When everything is pointless,
All just null and void,
When living becomes a hazard,
That we all just best avoid.

When everything is soulless,
The demons run amok,
Nothing even matters
So we all must stop, take stock,

Time to think things over,
Make those demons gone,
There are more around the corner.
“Bring the bastards on!”

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