Demonic Stronghold?
They were scraping at
My ankles my knees
In my chair, I just sat
Unknown to me I had the keys.
Their venomous saliva drips
Off my feet, the stench
Burns my nostrils rips
The skin like a wrench
Tearing a nut from a bolt.
Their claws rip at my flesh
As i remember my hope
The same happened to His flesh.
His face was torn
His name was a scorn
His back was sliced
His body was diced
Holes riddled it and the blood
Covered the alter of Earth.
I know I’ve got the keys
I almost begin to laugh at
The demons as I hit my knees.
And destroy them dead, flat.
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