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 It ends in tears and blood spilled  When demons refuse to control their urges  To prevent dark thoughts  From usurping power and taking over  Embedding minds with a thirst  Only spilling blood will quench When will it end?  This demonic plague  Which cascades and fills beings with no remorse  No empathy or sympathy for human life  When will this existence end?  When pain and bruises fly  A consequence of men too weak In both mind and body  When it ends gallons would have spilled Lives would have been lost And souls would rotten and morphed Into figures unrecognizable   Yet we shall still question What she could have done While refusing to see the pain left behind By beings too weak to see the error of their wa... |