I am agitated, can’t you tell?
My mind is crashing with visions I cannot dispel;
I see demons rise in rebellion, to defend the angels from being expelled;
I see the proud and mighty lion bow before the Red Gazelle;
I see children sleeping under water, their skin the color of wilted bluebells;
I see people dancing in hell’s fire, laughing beneath the cross and the bell;
So many times I have tried to bid them farewell;
But these visions take me to the sacred sanctum of my inner hell;
Can you not see them as well?

The beast was here all along…

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