A Poem about Demonic Possession
Deep within the darkened void A presence stirs, it's not a toy A force so evil, so intense It enters souls, it makes no sense
It starts with whispers in the night Takes over minds with all its might An insidious force, it spreads like a plague It consumes the innocent, they're left to beg
Its hold is tight, it won't let go It takes control, it runs the show The eyes go black, the voice so deep The body twitches, it's hard to keep
The demons have taken over now Their power reigns, we all must bow They twist and turn, they spew their lies They laugh and mock, as their host slowly dies
The exorcist arrives, with cross and prayer He battles on, with all his care The demon fights, it won't go down The exorcist keeps at it, his brow in a frown
The battle rages, it's a fight to the death The exorcist finally wins, with his final breath The demon leaves, the host is saved But the scars remain, a memory engraved
Beware the demons, that possess the weak For their power is strong, and their grip is deep Fight with all your might, or be consumed By the demons, who rule the doomed.
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