Works of The Demon

Bomb them down you do,
For sick addicting reasons.
Massive deception...
Cracks the walls you build to deceive.
Disturbing are your stealthy steps,
On your own soil to control and perplex.

You claim straight face...
Others terrorize.
But your eyes delight with these deeds.
Nothing connects
Your objective to hunt others.
And images of yours
Reflects on shattered tower beams.

And when revealed...
These wounds will never heal!
Works of the demon,
Are peeling off your heels!