sociopath's battle

I know the hand behind the knife .
I know the dagger, I know the root of the evil.
I've felt the knife over and over .
I've felt the knife twist deep in my soul.
At times it would twist so hard I thought I might die.
You have won so many times , manipulated and turned even the purest.
You hide behind your she sheep's clothing with Just enough right and good to fool all of your prey.
Your there during the battle , In fact your right dab in the middle .
This is your home . without the battle you would be lost .
But as the soldiers train learn to be brave , learn to fight ... Learn the enemy .
Your face is never seen your hand is no where to be held.
Why?
because you , your the root of evil .
Your what the enemy is fighting for , you caused soldiers to fight among them self .
You built the army, not just one side . each side.
The battle cry is music to your ears , a symphony of sorts .
A calm in your heart and soul. The more hurt you can cause the more you can manipulate the more power you feel.
You have the ability to make the pure look evil, while making the evil look pure.
You pray unto yourself , you are your own God there is no one holier then thou .
The scariest evil to feel , is the evil unseen .
The one behind the curtain pulling the puppet strings.
Your knife no longer can stab me .
Your manipulation can't be seen felt or heard by me.
Your soldiers , those who you have turned against me I once felt the sting .
But you no longer have power over me .
What brings down the monster the evil ?
NO FEAR.
I have no fear . I will walk tall I will walk proud . I will risk those around me .
Nothing you can take from me.
no words you can hurt me with .
I have my armor on , I have my shield. I have my sword.
I will protect myself against you .
Even more I will protect my family from you .
I will lay in my own blood let every ounce every last drop pour out of my body.
Before I ever let you poison them with your venom .
My heart and soul lay in peace , knowing you have not and never will win the battle.