Forming a Demon

For many men will chase the skies, but few will ever find them

A mortal man will morph his guise, and his darkness shall consume him.

Searching for a heaven here hurts many unforgotten

He became the thing he was running from, the darkness he had gotten.

"Whoever battles monsters had better see that it does not turn him into a monster..."

What Nietzsche said was true.

But through my years of dilligence, religion makes monsters, too.

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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