Plunder

blazing roaring demolitions
the demons are paying their calls.

they pillage and plunder
they boil and burn
they cook you in hellfire

they are coming through the ice
they will sit on your door-stoop
beware of the night
they are coming

you can see their eyes like red-black stars
burning...shining
pitch black
terror-dark
fear smells like citrus


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