Easily, an Evil Juxtaposition

Heaven-
Cathedrals chant
Their chosen battle cries
In the fight for divinity
-Hellfire

Angels and demons both whisper in my ear,
One thousand different pathways, all to which I must adhere,
Each one characterized by specific wounds they do inflict.

Whispers escalate into soft songs, ringing.
Lullabies become manifestoes singing-
All the same cries, cried by two enemies.

Now their pleading becomes louder,
like two groups of jackals’ laughter,
Colloquially coercing me to confide.

The tone becomes deafening, like bullets fraying,
Every defense my humanity was saving
Is slowly withering in the wake of their fight.

Screeching song, they come together, 
Nearly crashing, their attire clashing.
Separated only by the midpoint of my soul.

Above my head the two wage war,
And goad me to join their core,
But I refuse to fight, to kill, to choose.

And so I am by default, damned to Hell
Once confined by freedom, or rather, choice’s rotten cell
I now so quickly, steadily, slowly fell.

Servants-
Screaming my name
They force me to fight, but
I won’t intend to damn a friend.
-Killers

Author's Note

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