I am the product of a 
suicidal soul and a monster
An infidel to the purest of demons and criminals
hated by all because of my meek unholy upbringing
not by choice to face such a hell in this world
however i will live until death knocks on my door
until god himself carries my lifeless vessel
into his kingdom, through his golden gates 
for all angels to see what warrior he had created in no way just
the martyr of the sick and dying
of the oppressed and broken still alive on this decaying planet
all will see, but none will understand the pain this martyr has gone through
but the mere boy covered in scars will not care
the weak yet surviving girl will not care
The broken know their own as well as what theirs companions' pain
and we stand together
fighting our demons
some may fall with honor
some will survive
and will honor the fallen warriors until they themselves join them
They too shall do anything in their power obtained from their victories
to help the broken and internally dying
to lessen the pain for future generations
these survivors shall fall many times throughout their journeys
but they will continue to help fight demons and monsters
Until the
very end
of their days
And light shall shine one day
When all is pitch black
and you are blind and trapped
that is when your light shines its 
brightest and its strongest
all may not sleep safely tonight
but let the god of light shine his grace on them
keeping them unknowingly safe in their dreams