The three horned devil

There was once a three horned devil who lived in the archipelago mountains; deep in toe ocean skies
He cried for 120 days, and 120 nights; he was plight in the purest light
There was a spirit that bedulged him; eradicated his existence
He was persistent; and keep this spirit away; he scraped his rocks with a blade
During the times of the great deep whaling seas; the spirit went fishing in the lakes ocean
Catching large fish in small erosion; the spirit sang poems to blue whales chosen
The three horned devil loved his spirit's voice; although it was annoying
He snatched his blade from the cretinous air; and stabbed the air; hoping to stab the spirit
Yet, the spirit spoke and spoke for many years; the annoying caused damage to the devil
So he chopped off his horn; and the spirit no longer annoyed him...

FOR THE HORN BELONGED TO THE SPIRIT: THE SPIRIT IS THE DEVIL...

Nice read, I have a spirit that annoys the hell out of me too... that tries to yell at the ones I like and flips everything backwards and upside down. I can't be myself, I can't get peace and comfort, I can't even pray without hearing them stupid fucking bitches ask for forgiveness instead and round for round it just gets worse and worse. I'm not chopping off my family and culture bitch DREAM ON! And not you echelon, just the tricks that hurt me that's to. It's been my worst nightmare on repeat especially since Norwalk. That's how I relate. You're not the devil, you're just some gifted sick bitches and you don't own either of us - nobody belongs to you.