Day 13: The tool of choice ~ a demon walking

The tool of choice ~ a demon walking

There are many tools and many fears, where outward woe would turn and sow, and tthen urn the blade to sow within, and feel with might, a stun to sin. If shattered mercy, would drop a blade, to outward sow, then sharpen a dagger to stun such woe. Upon the grain, of mercy slight, find a tool, to slight with might, yet often graize upon one phase, to find a tool, to sever all tools rules. And often mercy a cane to find, would never find a cane child bind? If you feel a feeling to disturb a rest, a demon entry, just a prick would test, then slight the wrist, in might prolong, to find angel, in youth so strong. Find the hurt, just the prick stun flirt, an with might a trend, bend light to send, a demon entry ,lobsided tend, yet all of hurt, along the bend, to see the angel, a hold in light, to fend. Find a vision cropped so loft, in mercy, together, a child hid soft, and on the graize, my well to find, the pool, my eye, to slight tend kind. Do you think, the mission well, to seal a child in death a bell, to find the bell, in a demon throe, the eye wove set, to an exhale to toe, and with a bell, the woven hell, my truth I will sell, for just an eye withheld tell. Find the truth, the demon tooth, the hell I weave, is the hell my flute, and woven in an ensnare of hell, I will find all children, and carve and smell, and find their angels, with a remark, to seal my future, in a telling spark. Weave the tool, in capture rent, a tool to cement hell an easy tailor rent, and sharpen the spark the daggers edge, one hit is all, to my garden tend, stripped, the backheel fend, and death of all, my soul this time, the garden lacking, but a thorn - the prick that was all to ever meant, and all that was meant, was death my soul sent. To find a demon with a crop, the thorn is all, and dagger, all life death I shall top.