They tried to keep you tame
They tried to make you comply
But you would not play their game
For you knew it was all a lie
They tried to make you sell your soul
They tried to take your voice
They never reached their goal
For you never gave them that choice
Hell itself dared to test you, disguised with angel’s wings
Heaven helped you see past the facade
You had that devil begging down on his on his knees
And in that moment, your prison became your altar
Your power alone warranted the bow of a god.
Juliana, show me to chain my demons like you did
Teach me to have no fear
Juliana, show me how to wield that power
That will take me away from here.
Author’s note: This is a revamped version of a poem I wrote about a year ago. It was inspired by an Anglo Saxon poem about a woman who was imprisoned for refusing to worship idols she considered fake. A demon disguised as an angel tried to tempt her in her cell. She chained it and led it out to the crowd like a dog. How badass is that?
