remember remember
                       the whispers of november –

                     but wait, this isn’t a revolution
                                it’s not even a rebellion
                           your white flag doesn’t drop anything but morale
                                           the one man army of nothing

              staggered steps and dried tongues,
                       cracked lips begging for Legion
                                          for we are many
                                  and the Unnamed is just many of our names

                         heavy heart and lightened shoulders
                  apostle of darkness and savior only of children
                                step into the parlour
                                            your guardian angel alive

                        a train ticket to home,
                                 small steps childishly dancing
Are you real?
                                              if you are, then I am

                                  and the screaming finally ceases

                          to conquer one’s demons,
                                     you must first accept that heaven and hell
                              are not constructs of the world
                                       but of mankind.      

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Based on the book by Andrew Pyper called The Demonlogist (which I HIGHLY recommend).