who do you fight for?

and everyone says things like my kids, my family, myself, god, my career so it seems rather silly this question. wait a minutes, for those answers really touch skin, when things go bad, when skin cracks, bleeds - kids, you, me, family, god, career get the devil's touch: a kiss and a sign, the stain of cain, a curse, a brush of something wicked what now? sounds simple enough, get rid of the stain, remove the devil's kiss - they're not quite higher powers without reason. a kiss, a stain develops roots, burrows into the heart, drinks, eats, be merry when so much nourishment can be found. the devil does not come with fire, it comes with temptation, and temptation as you know, doesn't feel painful. not at first. it's always two for you, one for me, four for you, half for me, all sounds good for you. then the tables turn, you don't see it coming, for fate already knows everything about you, prediction without error. or it could be painful, you never know, reverse psychology perhaps, whatever fits your profile till the ice cracks, the skin bleeds, the spiteful spirit hisses. time to pay. and a priceless pearl was simply bought from a tavern owned by the devil, the kiss is now a caress. so what now? who you fight for seems a lot more ambiguous when the paintbrush of creation dabs another yellow, red, purple. roots go into heart, the temple of spirits - reaching to be heard. and it's always been your choice.