These demons paint with ancient art,
deception on my aching heart,
A hell hound circles in my mind,
her howling call alerts her kind,
While serpents serve their evil needs,
with thoughts of dark and sordid deeds,
A phoenix flies and burns away,
as life is torn and left to fray,
Though gods look down upon my heart,
they quickly turn and soon depart,
Their angels fall and sadly weep,
my soul, this hell will surely keep.

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