She Felt the Breath of God
In this religious war,
demons thought humans were weak,
frail, defenseless, meek,
but they learned the hard way,
humans would defend themselves in every way.
The dark demon had ruthlessly stripped
a female human of her dignity,
hoping she would talk and feel the pity,
she was subjected to hideous torture,
she cried not knowing what to expect,
death crept,
rain came,
and produced a strange sensation,
she was impressive,
she had enormous strength,
she felt the breath of God fill her soul,
as the torture was taking its toll,
unable to gather information, the dark demon was defeated,
deflated, and time wasted, repeatedly,
she died for humanity,
the dark demon felt the insanity,
she died a hero,
the dark demon sighed,
tried, cried,
he thought he’d get the human female to talk,
he chopped her legs off so she couldn’t walk,
everything he needed to drive her insane,
but when the rain came,
he had lost,
to a human who never had the ability to disregard pain.
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