Algorithm Poem by Thomas Kane

In the day a demon pretends and plays
revealed for what it is a cause to pause
For real the hand lay upon the spirit
Curse reverse a new flake in the lake
Claim to tame a wild spirit once lame
Fort If I build in self I will yield
Till the tell I put a spell on you
To conjure the spirits
Enoch, Eli, Anu, Enki, Enlil, Ann
Yah, Weh, Wig
Lust no longer, have thy desire
Greed but a goose to hang like a noose
Power all the hours to tommy today
This spell no cast to the clay ame