I do wonder if demons walk the Earth,
For some fit the role,
Not in scorched skin and horns,
But with infernal actions,
With a very human tint,
Supping on coinage rather than worship,
These jackboot and tie creatures,
Instead of fire and brimstone,
They breath ammunition casings and rocket pods,
Selling craters to the highest bidder,
They don’t demand blood for their rituals,
Just a few extra zeroes on an invoice,
In lieu of a spell or summoning,
Receive a revolution or coup,
Rifles and pistols and bombs,
Oh my,
These hellions can provide so much,
Rivers of red for stacks of green,
Don’t be so surprised,
You know what they say,
Some want to watch the world burn,
Others want to sell the gasoline.
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