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MEET THE DEMONS
She had met a few of his demons
The ones that talk to him day and night
Trying to lead him astray
She had met Depression in his black cloak of hopeless despair
Cringed at Rage, bristling with weapons and planning annihilation
"Blow up the world, kill them all! " Rage shreiks
Confusion had wandered aimlessly through the room
On the way to sit in the dirt and make mud with his tears
Trying to make sense of broken fragments of goals and plans
However
The King of the Demons was Alcohol
Cunning, baffling, powerful
Constantly pointing out how a drink would fix everything
As Depression, Rage and Confusion agree
A demonic chorus of death and despair and self destruction
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