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.”
Gun lowers.
“No.”
- Hidden Relevance
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