If it seems too good to be true…
After the Devil’s Fingers (Clathrus archeri)
The devil’s fingers play a cheerful tune;
salvation in a lively major key.
“You want to reach the stars, the sun, the moon?
“Then, move your feet and bind yourself to me!”
The devil’s fingers lightly graze your skin –
he whispers promises, composed of dust.
There’s something shifty in his shiftless grin;
the genesis of arrogant disgust.
he whispers promises, composed of dust.
There’s something shifty in his shiftless grin;
the genesis of arrogant disgust.
A shiver xylophones along your ribs
and plays an anxious rhythm on your spine.
Demonic in his scheming, he ad-libs
an anthem, so bewitching and malign.
The devil chooses victims carefully
and lures them with deceitful melodies.
LM
and lures them with deceitful melodies.
LM
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