DEMONS

The demons are brothers. But they are unequal in stature and ferocity.

The Poor Man goes out daily to face Despair.
The World is not of his making, and it bends barely to his will.
He only hopes that when the Sun falls, he will have fought it to a standstill, and given no ground than what he gained in challenge.
The arena soaked with his sweat, toil, and blood.
All the World can see his struggle.

The Rich Man goes out to face the other. A more cunning creature, the very colour of the air.
He sees no obstacle, so breathes deep and smiles at his success.
So the battle begins.
He breathed deep, and now Greed is within him.
None shall see his struggle, should it exist at all.
Only his Victory or Defeat.

To best one beast and succumb to the other, is mainly the way of Man.

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Love,

Ikem.