Demons Multiply
the demon lives and the demon festers, it scratches at the walls and try's to make
me fall. i grab my sword and cut it down but two more come and fight like hounds.
they are here but i will not fear, the time will come when they run with fear. i
destroy four and now theres eight, i look around and push twords the gate.they
circle me laughing with glee,they do not see my friends and family are with me.its
time to break free,and they will help me to be free.
Copyright © Patrick Clark | Year Posted 2011
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