DEMONS

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as dawn breaks shadows run

underneath the rising sun

your demons flee to their dens

not wishing to meet their ends

for in the light nightmares burn

it is their backs they turn

afraid to see you demolish

the fears they install and polish

during the day you rise

forgetting your twilight cries

for them their is no greater heresy

than to see you in your ecstasy

let your daily power trigger

the defeat of the demons who linger

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