Scared of nothing I cut through my demons one at a time, decapitating them at their core. Inner peace leads me and guides my hand through the flesh of the unpure. Purging my mind of the negative so that the positive might take root, I realize I’ve been fighting for 20 years and no matter how many I cut down another will sprout in its wake. But even so I can never let my demons run amock inside me, I for see and endless massacre of my darkest faults and the undying spirit of the sword when angry. Will I ever escape my humanity.
A poem by: Jacob Mullins
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