Antique Demon | Poem

O Behold thou, thee demon

From the dungeons and antiquities,

Forsake 'cause the world is no longer thy,

Though thou possessed some.

But thy works won't affect hither,

Must have taken all night,

Making those haunted signs,

We shall go forth to equality.

The world did progress,

Wicked age did pass away

Wonder, it ain't no more haunted Colchester,

Thee world under the novelty.

Square up to fight

For the war that lost already,

Forsake, the world ain't thy,

Souls rejoice under equality."

Before God, ain't no one differ

Same may be in the world

simple as this, what I want, is what I do unto.