Monkey or Ape
Is there a sage?
Or a numen that`s fallen
A soul ripped from its` cage?
When the dark doubles
And your kind needs a fix...
There will always be trouble. . .
That is my bag of tricks.
Not gentle like that sable good night
Your occult dreams are torn apart....
So when that daemon comes to call,
All that`s in cinders is a battered epitaph.
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