A Demon Against God
A demon once told me I was trapped.
I couldn't escape from the escapades I had to go through.
I was to die in the place I stand.
I was to be broken down bit by bit every day of my whole life.
I was told I would never be free.
I was just a simple speck on the wall, soon to be wiped away.
I was a nothing and I never would be anything.
I was to be forgotten in the fray of equations with no answers.
But I stood up to the demon.
I cast my energy into moving my legs and arms.
I had to focus with all of my available power.
I called upon God and Jesus.
And I rose higher into the sky.
The demon ran with his pointed tail between his bony legs.
Screaming at the top of his lungs.
I was to finally leave my tortured area.