Lungs

How much longer will I

Suffocate

My lungs are fragile

Angel cakes

My breathe is air

Escaped

When will the air

Return

Said the demon

To the soul


My soul is not for

Sale

It’s all bought, nothing to

Share

Explains the soul to the

Demon

Whose lungs are crafted for

Hell

Whose oxygen is hatred

The angel cakes

Deceitful, mistaken,

Suffocating

Unless it’s destroying something

Killing with abusive pleasure

Rousing lust to use and throw away

Only then to steal, all you know anyway


The demon suffocates

Because

The soul’s debt is

Paid

And because

His

Lungs

Were

Pierced

The breathe is Life

Death to all demons

In Jesus name


Amen

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