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    Darkness embracing the soul the demons
    Trying to break free, I fight them
    With sword in hand, razor sharp blade
    Trying to hold these demons back
    The battle has been raging for along time
    They gather, we fight and
    I send them back to the depths of hell
    But this war is taking its toll on
    My weary soul, the demons are getting stronger
    Or maybe I am just getting weaker
    The world depends on me and I won’t let them
    Down. I will battle till the end
    And my soul will eventually walk free again



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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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