I'm sitting in the pub with all these heathens,
If your feeling unblessed then kill your demons,
Absorbing the trauma, pain and strife around me,
Just because it isn't physical doesn't mean we cant see.
An assortment of personalities roaming in a large room,
Music plays in the background and I think that it's Flume.
I've seen spirits move from one person right into another,
Been called crazy plenty but I'm just being real brother.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: September 8th, 2025 09:29
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No place more real than amongst heathens, no place more comfortable than amongst demons. A fun read
Thank you.
Most welcome
Spirits can enable spirits.
No pun intended.
Indeed.
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