Sons look on in horror as Daddy’s yellow eyes gleam.
Big brother’s pressed against the wall, bloody shirt tearing.
Little Sammy holds a gun, but doesn’t shoot.
Demon thinks he’s won and smiles broadly.
One loud bang announces he’s wrong.
He falls to weak knees.
Daddy opens his eyes.
He orders, “Shoot.”
- Hidden Relevance
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