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As life threatens my very existence
I move forward like a sunrise ever constant
As I face the sound of battle
I lash out like Zeus enraged
Missing as my sworn enemy’s darkened soul choose not to be saved
My scythed battle cries give me powered wings
As Life spews its armed anger at me
I march forth like a force of the gods before us
Victory! The call,  sweeter than any honeyed voice
The words flow from my enchanted pen like rivers of anesthesia
With the ghost of my demons in my mind ever present
Life will always be battle, it's for us to find the courage to keep moving, even in our darkest hour.
Written by
Faizel  30/M/South Africa
(30/M/South Africa)   
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