I'm a very clever and witty girl, and also quite so sneaky
Constantly manipulating everyone around me relentlessly
I choose my sweet saccharine words enough and well
And I've already earned Sam's trust all the way to hell
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I've got the poor foolish boy curled around my finger
Letting him indulge in my blood so he could grow even stronger
Dean never liked me, but the feeling is mutual, loser
Pretending to hate Lilith, when I'm actually conspiring with her
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I work under the dark shadows, and capture with my cute charm
I've killed my fellow demons, and also caused myself some harm
But as soon as our Father rises, and sieges hellfire all throughout
I could say I've done my job really well, and with that, I am proud.
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To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)
PoetrySupernatural poems that I write when all the: -massive emotional damage -overwhelming crack -severe obsession -rare inspiration -demon possessing me is too much to handle. 50% feels, 50% crack, 100% trash. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here! ××× ...