I can hear demonic whispers at that back of my mind,
Echoes of what they say is hard to define,
I hear them hiss, spit and swear and their bones grind,
These vouces are primordial, ancient and for a darker time,
They seek to influence, they seek to control
They seek to posses my very soul,
But I know what is right and wrong
And I have the inner strength,
To suppress them no matter the lengths,
That I have to go to, to stay in the light
To keep the love in my heart and keeps the demons at bay,
I prefer to feel the love than to just feel hate,
I shout at these demonic voices to keep the fuck away.
fauxcroft 
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