Earth, it’s a wonderful place, for a demon of my caliber, during the winter, when my power is strongest, I choose to serve for a living, because this place is super scary for me, there’s so much youth, and righteous anger, humanity and it’s plight, so many, want to crucify blasphemers and demons, it’s just not safe for me, the West extends, and hell’s depths goes deep, that vast ocean, would suck the life out of me, I've been put in my place, I know not to throw around my weight, even in February, as the light begins to grow, there are warriors of Zeus, hunting after me, now it is almost the Spring Solstice, the power of light, and the good in the world continues to grow stronger, I’m doomed to burn, I’m like a ripe fruit, waiting to be eaten, so many women, and their wandering eyes, if they recognize me, they’ll eat me like an apple pie.

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