The Terror of Daemons

Torturing each other,
In front of my sight.
Developing and experiencing,
The bigges fight.

Uplifting the huge scissors,
Both at the same time.
Cutting off their noses,
Bleeding in between the line,
Of the maze of gulfs entwine.

Cutting in the dead flesh,
Departing different body parts
Till not one is left,
The dividing of malign hell.

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