How to get rid of your Angst, while confronting your inner demons

 Write them on a sheet of paper, make them poised and out of strings; 

like an evil fly, corrupting your thoughts, clip its eerie spewing wings.

Do not cringe, for lack of talents, here have some of mine. I will insert; 

the deus ex machina will joy-stick it to you, whilst you enter Red Alert.

Never fret, for the smooth operator is on duty en masse, to be yours truly; 

cuddle thy hentai pillow, to fight away the far cry of your hindrances in superboly!

Making your own swords and shields, from words and needs, I Godspeed, 

besiege thee of your trespasses and surpass your cuirass of R.I.P to get ahead!!

Inside the darkness, You are the light, insight the darkness, Upright;

on site of You, nothing is blight, insides out, and You shall Whiteknight!

Possess your demons, who possessed thou, You're their Master, and make them bow;

This is You, Here and Now! Its time to heal and make their high-heels deathrow!! 

Zeitgeist may be deceased and heist. Hoist your pretard, for the Pretard enjoiced.; 

the choisest invoiced ordeal to be mustered for the Tarred on waist. Don't go, to be wasted. 

Don't berate for being late, for never too little or too much hate, what I couldn't intake;

undertaking the party of suckerpunched edits of tragedy going tapestry double-tap trance Ape!

Let there be an opening in your knightmove, to be Queened in one, for the checker-King;

fishermen want to flaunt with their true colors, they stole as collage from the frames uncut bling.

Singed feet there singing lullabies about hobos walking true miles in their German sheppard shoes; 

others didn't even wanna prepay nor lease out to the others for the cognitized disorderly Oboes...

The put up shop had to golf a Wolkswagen to go for the stars and Ride the Bear for the Rodero; 

the cuisine was excuisite, cine qua non with your Constitution you must masse in D'Arcs Bolero!

Rise you Worthy and Saintly sinner -- make the howler disqualified and be the Huffed winner; 

misfortune may misled, fed up from the pety undead, rise up from the dirt and up your chest-chinner!