Furiously scribbled secrets
Hold tales of Demons
In a terrible sequence
Leaving the dumbsaint speechless
Never getting drunk enough
To miss the hellish images so rough
that poems so easily discuss.
Making everyone so corrupt
But there is the moon
Stopping the bleak inhuman
From becoming my life’s tune
And filling the words with ruin
For Luna had my thoughts realigned
Breaking me from what was Intact in mind
Shattering my lifeless plea in perfect time
Saving me from an unforgivable crime
~Jonas
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