Be Gone Spirit



As the black veil spreads over the sleeping populace, my heart waits in frightful anticipation.

Whoever or whatever you are I hear you upon my roof, dancing to your tormenting sounds of thunder rolling on galvanize.

What do you want, you evil spirit?

Pulling amateur stunts to get my attention only to make me miserable.

If I do not like you in the physical, guess what I will never like you in the spirit.

So quit flying on my roof at nights.

I wish you would be caught up in some electric wires, shocked out of your senses that you never attempt to land on my roof again.

So enjoy yourself for now because what goes around comes around.

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