An Ode to them

I say, I see
By the way did you see
The nine witches flee
On their brooms of eternity
As the fouls kept looking
While the demons slept
Of gods who dont care
The little cucoo wept
They built the Atlantis
To hold all the ghosts
Mystic they spoke
Their skulls; in skin they poke
The devils still never woke
Prophecies; Prophecise
The good of man
Paranormals to be precise

-A
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