Lake of Demons

Tell me of all the demons that swim in your pools of darkness

Do they dance freely to the song of their desires? 

Do they whimper at the site of the anchor of virtue

For it is their happiness in that dark place that will bring us content 

If they whimper their cries will make tsunamis of turmoil in our hearts 

Though we may float with the glory of righteousness 

Our hearts will pool with waves of darkness

Those demons will continuously weep until the chains that bind them have broken 

You can pray; try to cast them away. 

However their presents will never subside 

Perhaps let them run free; bargain with them for territories of light. 

But never prison them. 

Caged demons always become free.