I know why the angels weep, why they keep their eyes cast to the ground and their harps silent.
I know why the demons in me laugh, I know the sound of their cackle well.
I know the battle rages, I can feel it underneath the surface of my skin.
I know my soul is their weapon, the only weapon of use to anyone.
I know the wryness of defeat, I know what a candle feels when the flame blows out.
I know the pride of victory.
I know the darkness, and I know the light.
I know I must choose to fight, and I know that I can lose.
I know the war.
I do not know surrender.
Your lines about a battle raging, the angel and demon in someone, and souls as weapons make me think of Macbeth...When I saw the play being performed in London the three witches were tossing stones back and forth and putting them in buckets, symbolic of the "souls" they were toying with, which ones they could bring over to evil. That conflict between the darkness and the light seems to be in us all.
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