Out of the shadows they swarm
Scouting for their prey
The weak, the vulnerable all pummelled by doubt
Their whisper is sinister, they howl as they sing
Their march gathers momentum, gathers speed,
The ground shudders as they grow in numbers
The clouds darken ,
Quick hide your weak, your hopeless ,your lonely, and
Those who feel unworthy and unfilled
For it is the season for the demons to March
They attack at night when you are sleeping
They take no prisoners; they will feast on your thoughts,
They will your pillage your soul, they will leave nothing behind
For the demons are marching, you have been warned.
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