Demon

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A place called hell
Made of fire and brimstone
Down under the earth
They live

Some come to torment
Attacking the weak
Fearing the strong
Send them back

Others feed
Off the fear
Off the energy
Don't let them attach

They are fiends
They will harm
They will corrupt
Protect from them

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