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Demons by Larry Baxter
from Legacy 2002
Demons
by Larry Baxter
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The sleeping guards ignore us as
blood. . .blood
We crowd into a garden plot.
blood. . .blood
Our prey cannot behold us, but
blood. . .blood
He knows us and our presence well.
blood. . .blood
Now our united chanting brings
Blood Blood
A cloak of weighted shadow down.
Blood Blood
Decayed and outstretched wings unseen
Blood. Blood.
Seal otTthe meager beams of hope.
Blood Blood
For we are many, ringed around
BLOOD! BLOOD!
A failing form that falls upon
BLOOD! BLOOD!
A rock while our immortal master
BLOOD! BLOOD!
Comes to crush the Son of Man!
WAIT!
Still He pleads with His God,
And He speaks, "Abba, please."
And His garments are stained
With His anguish and blood
