As it slithers to your chest
Creating a lifeless feeling
There is one thing to do
To remove the devils hold
And regain your rightful life
Take the shield of hope
And block the fanged strikes
Don’t let the venom dripping fangs
Penetrate your already weakened soul
Killing you before having a chance
Take the sword of faith
And cut the demons head away
Let his soul sucking blood
Gush from his pointless veins
Enjoying the release of dieing muscles
Take the last ounce of strength
That gave you the will to fight
Lift the demons lifeless body
From your burdened chest
And free yourself from this
Now with your life back
Be the warrior of the anaconda
You should be knighted
For winning life hardest battle
So honor the title and new freed life
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