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Nov 2014
I see my darkest demons that line the hall
I am closed around it and I did not fall
I should be corrupt and tainted
Yet I am purely Painted
I laugh at evil as it tries to consume my thoughts
I have always fought
I know not a moments rest
Until I take my final test
I have little peace in my mind
My sanity needs to find
The rest of me is strong and fair
But all enemies shall come in pairs
Help myself to stay strong
No one will help, they're all wrong
Let me stand strong
And help people for long!
"The purest one is thy who has faced evil and turned away pure."
Written by
Moonlight  Athens
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