I had a dream the other night

It gave me such a bloody fright

I saw a figure foaming blood

Lunging and spewing all it could

And then the creature spotted me

Twisting, belching sin instantly

It leapt toward me blazing hate

And as I threw myself too late

I knew the fiend would kill me there

I knew the fiend, I knew the stare

For this was Putin, Satan’s son

His bile engulfed me, I was done.

Awake, convulsed, my screaming head

Saw that Satan desires us dead.

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