The Devil's LassoA Poem by Dylan S.In any second of your life, does your neck feel heavy? Does it feel like something is pulling you down? It's the misery and pain you have in your life weaved by devious little demons from the pits of the Sloth. They prey on lives like this, dragging it down and hanging it up for others to see. They think us sport. Are you game? Are you prey to such things? They think this as a game. Do not be game. We are stronger than that. The human mind is capable of all. It is why we are. Rise that head of yours, scream at those little demons, tell them to leave, and the flood will boil away.
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