Imp

Imp
A corrupt danceCopulating merrimentUpon foul divinityKnow 
ye a scar most black to the boneCantankerous to your 
pumping wishing heartExcretory incense cleanse filth with 
filth by way of illImp a tiresome devilDevil sometime an 
impCackling scout to undesireTrident brand strident pulses 
in a crackling fireRitual licking and kissing soot of 
hearthThe trolls eye a glowing coalDies when rapture 
ruptures from the witches gutGut feeling fire a wearisome 
imp