Inner Warfare
In the morning I'll rise
with my glaive at my side.
Bravely waiting in the dark
for my enemies to hark.
Resolutely they'll behold
this escutcheon I hold.
Unwavering I'll defeat.
Finding the diffidence, I seek.
Utter peace is what I'll find.
In my heart, my soul and mind.
Enslavement is it's urge.
Nows the time to purge,
when it's powers start to surge.
Self-destruction is it's name.
In many forms it has a game.
Addiction, anxiety, anger and lust.
Win, die, lose or bust.
This battle is a must
until my bones are dust.
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