Strength #3

My soul is pure
Like running water filtered
It drips and gets richer with life
When it hits ground level
It forms a puddle of strength
that's not always deep enough
To drown the devil
Though he has drowned many times
in this pool of strength
I'd be a fool to think
that I can completely avoid his demons
They creep like the deadliest predator
attacking the unspoken words of my soul
like a merciless editor
but they can never
eliminate what is pure
Though slightly tainted           &n bsp;           

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Revolution is Necessary