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Sat in room

One chair, one table,

Focused on meditation.

Demons appear

From beneath the table,

Angel’s appear 

from beneath the chair,

Me in the middle

Still Meditating.

Demons roar,

Angel’s sing,

Demons try to bring dark,

Angel’s bring the light.

Like my life

The battleground is set,

A battle of wills

No weapons,

Just demonic fear

And angelic faith,

Who wins

Is down to me,

Do I go to fear and darkness?

Do I go for faith and light?

I am thrown into the air,

As the table fly’s across the room,

And the chair fly’s to the door handle,

We are not leaving until settled.

Who triumphs is up to me,

Like life and all our choices made.

Let the battle begin.