Looks human
Sounds it too
Comes across
As a healing entity
Just trying to help
But instead of making
Things better
Makes things worse
Blocks energy that
Should have an opening
Thief of souls
Preying on the weak
Demonic charm
That only a dog
Can see through
Too bad for you
Though you made
Me worse
My gifts showed me
You
Your true colors
Your nature
I may not be at full capacity
Therefore you can hide behind
Being
Benevolent
When in reality
A demon in human form
Is much stronger
Then one that never had it
You made things worse
But you did not
Destroy my purity
Did not take my soul
Why?
Because I am a child of the wind
I am a child of the water
I am a child of the light
Born from it
Into it
And live with it
My protectors far above
Have my back
As well as my soul
Guarding it against
Hell beasties like you
You may find that
Preying on the weak
Gives you strength
But you picked
The wrong ill person
To pray on!
You cannot have my soul
You cannot corrupt me
You cannot close me off
You cannot stop me
With my last breath
If I must
I will banish all evil
From my body
And hell hath no fury
If you come after those I love
You think other demons are
Scary
Powerful
Bitch...
You haven't seen me!
I have G-d and forces of light
Behind me
Forever and for always
All evil ever wished upon me
I will be free from you and it
My health will return
Soon
And forever more!
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ME Survivor (Book 3)
Poetry17 million people around the world suffer from Myalgic Encephalomyelitis or ME and it is incurable and untreatable. The disease is called ME but Chronic Fatigue Syndrome or CFS is the name the CDC gave it. Doctors for the most part think that it is...
