Fight your demons.
Thrash
Slash
Raze and burn.
Salt the earth.
Foul the water.
Set the fields ablaze.
Cave the roads and bridges.
Give no quarter,
show no mercy.
This is not an adversary of ration.
This is not a passing wind.
Destroy what feeds them.
Lay traps in the shelters.
Let the last strain perish
as they beg for shade from the sun.
They call for blood
so answer with their own.
Their teeth rasp at bone
so dull them with iron will.
You will not be silenced.
Deafen them with the weight
of your words like the cosmos
pressing on an insect not worth your time.
Their claws will hack
at your shins to loose your footing.
But they have cut one too many times
to be allowed tolerance from your momentum.
Wind you carry behind you
will strip their eyes from their sockets.
You have stepped forward too many times
for them to stop you now.
Every sun risen and set
is another shadow banished.
The numbers continue to swing
in your favor as they fall.
So fell them like poisoned forests.
Ashes rise to the sky.
Speckles piercing the nightly veil
that count your glory.
The whole 9 yards are a million.
The crest of the hill is high.
The last leg is long.
But it is not beyond you.
Fight
Fight
Fight
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 2:56 AM UTC
Fight your demons.
Thrash
Slash
Raze and burn.
Salt the earth.
Foul the water.
Set the fields ablaze.
Cave the roads and bridges.
Give no quarter,
show no mercy.
This is not an adversary of ration.
This is not a passing wind.
Destroy what feeds them.
Lay traps in the shelters.
Let the last strain perish
as they beg for shade from the sun.
They call for blood
so answer with their own.
Their teeth rasp at bone
so dull them with iron will.
You will not be silenced.
Deafen them with the weight
of your words like the cosmos
pressing on an insect not worth your time.
Their claws will hack
at your shins to loose your footing.
But they have cut one too many times
to be allowed tolerance from your momentum.
Wind you carry behind you
will strip their eyes from their sockets.
You have stepped forward too many times
for them to stop you now.
Every sun risen and set
is another shadow banished.
The numbers continue to swing
in your favor as they fall.
So fell them like poisoned forests.
Ashes rise to the sky.
Speckles piercing the nightly veil
that count your glory.
The whole 9 yards are a million.
The crest of the hill is high.
The last leg is long.
But it is not beyond you.
Fight
Fight
Fight
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