I sleep on a cold floor, in a pool of my own dispare An elixer lay before me, taunting me, waiting for me waiting for me to endure it so it can disperse of all my strength and dignity The demons dance around my head, singing their song of triumph But the war is yet to have begun They have not yet seen the last of me They mean nothing to me Good will prevail over all, I take the dreaded elixer and throw it outside for the night to dispose of it The demons have faded with the elixer I am whole again, no more taunting, no more sadness, no more hatred I thank the Lord above that he gave me strength through it all
Reason for writing:
The reason I wrote this is because I was going through a lot and it seemed overwhelming
and I had to get it. So I hope you enjoy and may God bless.
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