Click (Read More) for a silly poem :P 

I often tried to assist my father in his activities

Gathering those banal memories from within mental seas

We used machines both living and dead

We let them slither or drill inside their head

There would be a snap or perhaps a pop

Telling us it was time to administer the crop

Just a drip that’s all you need

Demons don't require too much to feed

And although some would say a plague of sickness

is required to raise the demon SHVICNISS

I would have to disagree

For father and I summoned him very easily

Once he came we both said hello

He told us wonderful stories of a place down below

A place to tinker and laugh all day

A place for father and I to play

"Oh please father can we go right away?"

Gently father grabbed my hand and said "Not today."

"Oh why oh why must we have to wait?

I'm a sinner I'm not a saint!"

"One day we will son but not today

For when we go were there to stay

There is much work to be done up here on Earth

Everyday somebody gives birth

More people must cry

More people must die

For not everyone is as lucky as you and I

To heaven most go when they die

So our time will come to pass

And into hell we shall be at last

But until that time shall come

Lord Satan’s work must be done

There are people here unlike you and I

They do bad things and do not know why

And in the end they ask God to forgive

And off to heaven those bad men go to live

So as we did many times before

We must continue to do many times more

As long as we get them while their bad

Satan is proud and daddy is glad."

I agreed with daddy and so did our guest

We all said goodbye and promised our best

Then Daddy tucked me into bed and sang me a song

A song of the Devil, to whom we both did belong