A fear that cannot be tamed
An evil that cannot be forsaken
A scream that cannot be heard
These are the demons
Who haunt us every day
Who taunt the sanctity of salvation
Its life that we are given
And its demons that take it away
Creating fear so strong 
The very presence of the thought
Brings blood after tears
An evil so devout 
The question of morality
Becomes a simple stepping stone
And drawing a scream 
So lost within itself
It may never be found
Its these pieces of live
We fight through everyday
Just to make it to the next
And why
Because we have something to live for
And because we believe in salvation 
For that we shall face the fury of the devil


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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