Originally Posted by Frank

Emily groaned, as her Mother shook the thermometer, the silver mercury, jellington froze1
She inspects the cold thermometer with perplex, in woe - When it explodes, metallic splatter freckles her nose2
The Upstairs Bedroom Flickers from the sidewalk looking up... light bulb embers aglow3
Mother looks out the window distraught, in discrepancies shadows
As a Priest walks up behind her offering sentimental console,4
Emily moaned, tied to the bed post - daintily, scarred wrists red in the rope.5
Feminine mope that fluctuates between whimpering and viciously screaming from the deepest depths of her throat6
Shrieking in a octave, swelling the node. Its voice isn't human - Demented in tone, the sound registers unknown in my temples lobe7
Bassy without treble: It spoke in espanol, ancient: ancestral menacing, troll-like tremblingly low.8
Demonic. The mother vomited on the Priests Shoes - Putridly, she bellowed on his soles.9
Decrepitly gross. All the while, Emily still is in the fight of her life for the possession of her soul.10
The Priest had seen enough, He cleaned off his heavenly robe as Emily rose from the bed with suspense in her toes.11
She dropped back to the bed and contorted her anorexic figure into a pretzeling pose.12
Her Mother, A devoted Catholic woman slapped Emily ferociously in attempt for her to get a hold13
Of herself. But she was back handed back with a supreme power that sent her reeling backwards, almost out of the window that never was closed14
Emily’s eyes are Blacker than the Cat that steps on the coal, in the living room by the fireplace: its eyes orientally doe.15
The Cat Jumps up on the bed purring, & Emily begins petting it slow16
The Priest considers unlocking the metal bolts, but he's hesitant though, understandably so: she isn't Well17
"Emily'' Mother says with a wretched tone: "Let it go!" - Emily is simply petting the cat without any bad intentions18
"Let it go!" The Priest looks at the mother absurdly - As if she is the one who needs an Exorcism19
Emily Jokes "Uno es demasiado duro en Emily" twisting its neck around - her eyes rebelliously roll20
The Lights Flicker On The Top Floor Window, The neighbors begin to exit their homes21
Emily groans, wrestling her own demons in the depth of her bones,
she ferally foams at the mouth yellowish throw-22
up - like basement mold residue, it simmers like boiling hot water when the kettle gets froze.23
"Never fret" The Priest gets on the phone - A maniac in shackles in the background: Emily Rose24
The phone rings in his ear consecutively...
"Hello"25
It is Saint Francis, The priest had to call his good friend, Especial - The Pope26
Emily Rose speaks disrespectfully: urinating, excrementing her clothes27
Emily Rose heckles the Pope - sticking her tongue out violently venomously so28
Green skin speckled like a leper, it spoke29
"Mother, Who Are All These people?" She says in English no longer in Espanol.30
Mother runs over as Emily begins talking pig Latin in a deadly medley provoked31
The Pope throws Holy Water at It, splashing the blessing32
Emily’s soaked, Its mannerisms become gentle, her shoulders no longer depressing and sloped33
Emily drones out looking around for her sanity, as a satanic force re-enters its host34
Tearing out her hair, dreadfully, Emily Yells wilder than A kennel that’s closed35
The Prayer group opens the bible - to quote chapter 7, verse 11: it goes36
'So if you who are evil know how to...' Emily rose off the bed again,
then fell like a stone37
mother looked on neglectfully - without a shred of hope.38
Emily Rose had been diagnosed with Schizophrenia, they were told she was mentally slow:39
Her temper would grow until she became torrentially uncontrollable and detrimental to folks40
But Mother was a monster; she resented Emily for reasons consequentially unknown41
- Stirring Cyanide into her Alphabet soup.. settling to the bottom of the end of the bowl42
The Pope notices the mother looking Rejected; Instrumental to the whole thing - it hides the medicine in its coat.43
Revenge in its motives, it revels in Emily’s groans - it endlessly loathes44

Parental control
The power of Christ compels you: Emily’s Atoned45
Better the devil you know, than the devil you don't 46