It's so bright it hurts my eyes.
The angel on my shoulder,
Floating higher and higher.
The devil's misdeeds and his hellfire,
Await my turn,
To burn brighter and brighter.
Light ferries its angels,
To the other side.
The darkness inside me,
Can burn so bright.
Opposition inside me,
My stomach in knots.
The cost to be free,
And the devil's taunts,
Make for one sleepless night's haunts.
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Wow. I'm blown away on how you portray conflict. It's so relatable but also poetic. Don't even get me started on the staying awake for hours bit. I love the rythym. I love the style. I love the rhymes. I love the story. Please keep writing!
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