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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Life has thrown dirt on me, and I grew a wild flower. A demon's knife cuts into my spirituality, and I watch my soul be devoured. Open Bibles lay on my night stands, I keep crosses hanging over each bed. In my mind I'm wondering wastelands, and I feel like the walking dead! The emotional scars can't seem to heal, and I search frantically for a way out. I know Satan is looking for a soul to steal, and so he challenges me to a 12 round bout! He throws all my weaknesses at me; not one or two, but all at one time. I indulge in adultery, pick up a gun, inhale some cocaine residue, and set out to commit a crime! His evil punches right through me, gripping my heart, and twisting it from side to side. An upheaval crashes into my reality, tearing my world apart, pushing me closer to suicide! He keeps a band of demons in my head, and they're doing pushups and jumping jacks in my mind. Tear stained cheeks from tears I've shed, and his attacks have left me mentally blind. Out of the blue, I have a sudden desire to fight back. I wipe away the cocaine residue, for in my chest the fire feels like a shot of cognac! I pull my fiery sword from my spiritual backpack, and get in my battle stance. Like bombs over Iraq, me and the devil begin to violently dance. It is a dance of death, and I am determined to survive! I refuse to let this entity take my last breath, and so my will kicks in to overdrive! The blows from this devil staggers me, and I feel uneasy on my feet. My sword begins to glow with a hot fury, and I can feel my hammering heartbeat. I begin to shake with rage, and gripping my sword I go berserk. This devil had all the powers of a battle mage, but I let my blade do the work! Spiritually, mentally, I slice and dice this demonic foe. I will not be this entities sacrifice, for I'm the last heir of Edgar Allen Poe. I'm gaining spiritual momentum, but I refuse to stop. As I destroy this devils evil system, I continue to conquer life's mountain top! Suddenly this evil is banished in a puff of black smoke, never to be seen again. I remove my blood soaked black cloak, and I feel as if I'm finally purged of my sin. I now thirst for a new beginning, and the taste of life is sweet and sour. A former loser, now focused on winning, and no longer am I a wilted wild flower!!
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