A Rebels Creed Poem by Marco Jimenez

stop pushing me down
stop holding me to the ground
let me stand on my own two feet
when i get up i hope its the devil i meet
because im gonna get up strong
im gonna get up right
this wont take long

im getting up with a fist in my left hand
and a hammer in my right
im gonna be smashing the devil all day
im gonna be smashing him all night
but i suppose i should be thankful
because the devil gave me hate
something to let loose
somethin with which to devastate

nothing will brak my path
i tear down the road with wrath
my dreams can't be shattered
broken, beaten, or battered
everything in my way will be killed
nothing and no one is stronger willed

I live between the darkness and the light
I am no angel of heaven
or demon of the night

i do not kill for pleasure or smiles
i do not save lives for rewards that stretch fo miles
i do not hide in secret because of fear or defeat
there are reasons why i run and retreat

to most i am evil
i am the devil within
to most i am the devil himself
i am each and every sin

they are wrong

i cannot be defined
my life cannot be waved off and signed
i cannot be controlled
i am driven be the fury of the warriors of old

there was a time when wars were fought with sword and shield
and such a power that made their enemies yield
lives werent saved out of simple care
they were saved for the good of everyone everywhere
their hope was always hanging by on tip of a string
but they knew the future can be changed by even the smallest thing
and even though life barely hung by a thread
they lived and fought as long as they weren't dead