Proudly growing
into a man with a purpose.
Defeated the demons
that were playing
simon says with my soul.
Pain finally grew old
and perish.
Everything in me that was dark,
came to light.
I received a spark, and took
advantage of my intelligence.
Pain is temporary.
Affliction no longer relevant.
Those word and images
that were once in my mind
were insects, are now terminated.
The sound waves
in the environment
manipulated by demons,
never defeated but lose its strength,
as I gain the power to convert it
a positive energy
in the light of the holy spirit.
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