For years I've had this memory, a quest, a fight, a vision.
Of a pyramid to climb, fighting all sorts of demons,
Seeing them in my dreams, fighting with all sorts of weapons,
holding the light as I climbed the stairs.
I thought that was a way to defeat them.
Holding the light defeats nothing.
It only maintains the battle,so you can grow stronger.
So I get to the top of the fucking pyramid with this devilish demon accosting me who I know can kick my ass from here to eternity and as he lifts his sword for the final blow his balls drop below his tunic and I say "What the Fuck?"
Grab with both hands and rip with my teeth at the base as hard and as fast as I can. Blood flows and the sacks drop like they're filled with lead. My head dropping onto the rock below with a thud and my brain thinking the death blow is upon me but I got a good strike before I go to the hereafter.
My brain thudded upon the square hole on the top of that pyramid as I spit the remaining remnants from my mouth and a glow appeared. Quite fiery. Blew me out of that hell hole.
Sucked the demon in, I must suppose, as I did not witness his disappearance. I laid down and rested on that rock.
Awoke, lit a smoke, noticed the way down still held remnants,
thought, Happy Ending? Eagles on the wing? Fuck it. Maybe there's a soul to save on the way down. I'll find redemption, for them, for me, some day. It's just not today.