The blind don’t see.
The devil’s twin has always wanted to internet me.
He can now freely. I’ve no need to hide, I rebuke him openly.
I believe in discretion and speaking my Holy lessons.
Where’s your itty bitty blue-eyed slick with it monster collar?
Does it still ill-fit?
You’re a bigger demon now, but still run aground.
A trident of treasure for you will never be found.
by Jerriè McGill
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