Weak and wounded people
Let the spirits in
Play a demon's game
The demons always win
Entertain a demon
And grovel at its feet
Revel in destruction
And tales of deceit
Spin a tangled web
Stab a thousand backs
Demon grabs your virtue
And eats it like a snack
Dance with the devil
Sing his favorite song
Never ask yourself
Where it went wrong
Do all the things
A demon says to do
And never admit
The demon is you
by Richard W. Bray
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