Epic Battle

It's an epic battle each day.

To fight for what is right.

To fight for all that is correct.

To keep hope afloat that this world is still something worth fighting for.

One must not fall onto dispair.

One must fight dispair.

Grab it by the horns and stop it from taking control of everything that is you

And even though, you will do somethings that are not right, that go against everything that was taught to you.

You will understand the need for those things to happen.

For the greater purpose be kept afloat.

You will fight fire with fire, deliver the second blow after the first one  hit you.

You will descend onto the places you wish not to go and have a talk with devil himself.

He will taunt you, seduce you, push you further down.

And what will you do?

You will pretend to be weak, to be a simple influenced human.

You will be one of his minions...

Then, one day.

Just when the time is right, you won't need him anymore.

On that day, you will look the devil in the eyes and spit on his face.

The devil will scream in anger at you, but you will be already coming up, out of that depicable place.

Finally.

You see the sun light in the morning, the cold air will touch your face, telling you it's over.

The smell in the air speak words of victory, and as the wind blows trough the grasslands a distant chime echoes in your mind.

That dim and pure sound, telling words about redemption. 

Your Redemption.

At last you will be fullfilled...

With the joy of victory.