humor

It's indecent but funny.
They seem to have a war chant,
the demons, that is:
"Fuck-ah-fuck-ah-fuck-ah...."

I'm like, are you serious?

They're like:
"fuck-ah-fuck-ah-fuck-ah!
You want some of this?
Fuck-ah-fuck-ah-fuck-ah?
Here we come!
Fuck-ah-fuck-ah-fuck-ah!"

Please, don't hurt me 
until I fall down laughing.

It's true they make me laugh sometimes.

The other one is their strange commands.
"DANCE! DAAANCE! DANCE FOR US!"

"Dance? I'm in the shower. Can't you wait?"
DAAANCE!
"Shut up, I'm busy."
DANCE, DANCE, YOU MUST DAAANCE!"

Then I risk laughing too hard 
and hurting myself
in the shower.

Sometimes, I'm tired 
of being scandalized by them.
So the comedy is a welcome change.
...Thing is, I know it's a trap.
You pay them interest,
and things inevitably get scary.

But what can you do?
Sometimes you laugh.
I share the joke with God.

What's another?
....Eh... can't think of anything.

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