(I wrote this in 1 hour. I drew upon my emotion for this. I hope you enjoy. DO NOT DARE STEAL IT.)
100 Demons
Fury.
The emotions boil; a perturbed volcano awaiting to erupt
The poor lad; life has stricken him beyond reason
His fists clench with pressure and ardor
His eyes reflect a tormented soul
"Loser, faggot, bitch, pussy"
The wave of vehemence and foul callings rack his brain, and pierce his heart
Not even Ares, of godly might and strength, could withstand such a crimson suffering
The poor lad; such pain at the soul, rivals the fiercest bludgeoning
Sadness
"Let's just be friends"
"I dont like you like that"
"Arent you the kid who got urinated on?"
"You have no dick, fucking homo"
One would not expect such revolting mannerism from the female gender
Yet here, we see the toil of emotion and dignity
The poor lad; all he wanted was a kind girl to take to the dance
Instead, he got humiliated and tortured, A Jesus stricken with a lance.
Vengeance
Another day to school, our hero arms himself
Another day to school? More like another round in hell.
The poor lad; wishes to be a student; forced to be a gladiator
"Hey faggot, heard you asked my girlfriend to the dance!"
Push, shove, hit, scratch.
Spit, kick, lights a match
Throw, tackle, punch, floor
Zip, piss, piss, more...
Suddenly, thunder breaks.
The poor lad; exerts great strength, rises against Satan.
Throws a punch, a sword against the lion
Knocks it down, authority stood eyeing.
Arrival at the den of the master
Principal, authority, god, faster
"Gotten into trouble again, haven't you lad?
Punched my son, you MUST be mad."
Betrayal
A suspension for our lad, a promotion for his bad
Humility, frustration, hate, he's sad.
The evils of man have no mercy for the just
The poor lad, his destruction is a weakling's lust
Time and time again, the process repeats itself
Suffering, torment, the evil rips him asunder
Parties, Prom, Promotion...past
Loneliness and despair, will not be his last
The poor lad; no friends, all enemies, one prison, broken key.
Suddenly, a quiet air envelops. Summer.
Sun, joy, beach, water
Bikinis, booze, clothes rip asunder
Jocks, jerks, fuck those that smirk
The poor lad; in a windowed prison, he lurks.
"Pathetic, loser, pussy, bitch
weakling, shit, scared when you flinch
scared, little, puny, stupid
virgin, reject, defective, insipid"
100 demons torment our poor lad
100 demons drive him beyond that which is sad
100 demons ascend from the depths
100 demons, aimed to cause 100 deaths.
The poor lad; tormented, poisoned, angered, livid
A silence befalls his cage
The lad has flipped to a new page
"Why me?!" He screams to God
Collapses to the ground, as worthless as sod
Memories of pain inflict his head
Suffering; failure; paint him red
A toxic pile of negative emotion
Radiant black, a venomous notion
The end, is what he saw
The beginning, a thought too far
His life, he wanted to change
His death, awaited the kill from longrange
Would he die?
Did he want to die?
Do THEY want him to die?
...die?
NO!!!!!!
The poor lad; poor as he was
Hit rock bottom, there was no lower depth
The bottom was firm, it was the end
of the end, he thought "This time will end!"
The lad; not as poor as he once was
Looked up, at dirt, death, and despair
Up high,a blue gleam, a star in the sky
100 Demons, blocks the path in his eye
"The only way to go is up
I've already hit the bottom
I can see struggle and despair
But that blue gleam, it's as pure as air"
The poor lad; no, no longer
He had a goal; a dream; a vision
The blue, the free, the heaven
Death of 100 demons, that is his mission
The poor lad; a hero reborn
No longer a poor lad, he's a hero, without scorn
Our brave hero, redeemed under god
Our brave hero, struts atop the sod
The 100 demons look below
A brave soul, with sword in tow
"Look at this poor lad, he hasn't got a chance
Let's defeat him, in that pit, he'll prance"
100 demons aim to destroy
Our brave hero, once a tragic boy
100 demons dive towards him fast
Our brave hero, arms up, it is he who will laugh last.
The fight begins. Our hero runs up the hill.
The 100 demons rush down the hill
The hill, our hero's path to freedom
His heavenly fight, for his heavenly kingdom
The battle begins!
FURY! ANGER! MADNESS! DESPAIR!
These 4 demons, not one will be spared
Our Hero strikes, with strength; no fear
Our Brave hero, fights for what he holds dear
The fury of humiliation
That was just high school.
It does not matter
To dwell on it, is a habit of a fool
DEATH TO FURY!
One demon perished under holy rule
The anger of suffering
The madness of rejection
The despair of social ruin
All 3, destroyed under fury's luring.
One by one, our hero destroys
The remaining 96, he fights, amidst noise
Jealousy, hate, cowardice, fate
Fear, madness, malice, fate
Weakness, prejudice, ignorance, greed
Pride, arrogance, fourteen slain in lead
Blasphemy, deceit, despair, repeat
attack the envy, the ardor, self defeat
lack of confidence, lack of belief
Nine more down, a sigh of relief
Heresy, doom, repeats of the dead
Demon underlings, keep hacking ahead
love of money, selfish desire
Twenty seven down, mercenary for hire
Lust for girls, ignoring their emotion
Lust for power, hatred in motion
Rejecting yourself, product of creation
Self-hatred boiling, four more immolations
Thirty one demons dead
Sixty five straight ahead
Our brave hero is on the go
Charge on; god intended it so.
Laziness kills. Procrastination lacks thrills
Theft, slandering, dishonesty all bring chills
Abuse, overpowerment, bullying is wrong
Put down your fist, listen to soothing song
Fifty seven beasts lay on the path
Suffering our hero's holy wrath
Halfway to heaven, the blue shines bright
Our brave hero smashes ahead with holy might
Temptation, corruption, seductive power
Betrayal of loved ones; locked in a dark tower
Murder, intentions, dark as the abyss
Vandalizing beauty is an action amiss.
50 demons are all that are left
Our brave hero, his negativty bereft
The light is ahead, bright as Sirius
Halfway done, time to get serious!
Fear of the future, doubt in self
Negative forecasting, eliminating wealth
Fighting and violence, intent to kill
"To hell with god" destroys the will
Forty six demons to slay
Drugs and Alcohol are not meant for play
Pressure and intimidation destroy lives
Lust and envy scare away wives
Forty to go
Time is so slow
Wasting it is so low
You'll have nothing good to show
Our brave hero, looks back on the past
Dead demons, dead memories, dead at last
As of now, he's good to go
But demon thirty nine is giving up, so NO!
Insecurity, self hate
Chance to improve, never too late
Build your confidence, get a date
To hell with your bullies, suffering is their fate
Thirty eight demons. Most of them are the same
As the other 58 our brave hero overcame
"Hey, I made it this far" our brave hero proclaimed
"Maybe these 38 dont exist!" the brave lad exclaimed!
Thus, self confidence was born
Our poor lad has evolved into a brave hero
As his inner light shines radiant gold
The 38 demons simply explode.
Belief in oneself sets you free
That is God's secret, his holy decree
100 demons, many of them flaws
All 100, dead, by reign of nature's laws.
Our brave hero reaches the blue gleam
He steps through, it is heaven, like his dream!
Paradise, euphoria, ecstasy as bright as the sun
Our brave hero has finally won.
College has come, and our brave lad dorms
4.0, girlfriend, opportunities take form
Happiness has come by virtue of freedom
The decrepit prisoner is now ruler of his kingdom
100 demons affect us everyday
100 demons usually have their way
100 demons seek to destroy what is good
100 demons struck a lad down, a lad who could.
100 demons can infect a soul
100 demons can be destroyed by one
100 demons will always lose
Against those who are never done
100 Demons Lost
Against one who won.
[POEM] 100 Demons
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