Demons do not know peace,
demanding validation and expecting
to hear answers to questions like,
"Why me?"
They scream it isn't fair and expect your pity.
You bring them to the street, but the stomachs
of every man met have never known trust.
Don't shake the hand of grief unless you're
willing to embrace him the way his mother could.
With or without a teacher or companion, the
demons will roam the streets.
Never find yourself alone in the fight, but be
prepared to be the first to speak,
telling the world how you
are of the willing.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
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