warrior.

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The blood,
the pain
the Devil taunts you to let go.

The storm grey clouds
and your enemy's sword

the devil taunts you to bow down.

Your shredded armor
and broken self;
the Devil taunts you to give up.

The bloodied battlefield
and your enemy's laugh
you look up.

The Devil's screech
and the fire in your chest
You get up.

The shield in your arms
and the enemy's charging footsteps

you defend.

The disbelief in their eyes
and the hunger in yours.
you fight.

Because that's who you are
with the Angel or without
a warrior.

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