i learn to quiet self.
my strange love for battle has killed more times than i can count
but who was i killing? evil
is not so readily apparent as i had imagined.
foolishness is so deeply ingrained in me, i
can't do anything without Him. try as i might,
my might might be trying directly against Him.
using my powers for evil instead of good, the darkness
looks like light so i fight.
for it instead of against, leaving good
and God in the dust, and trusting no one, not
even Him. or her. and the blur of my vision
as i swallow my lumps and take the humps off my back
will cause me to back-track sometimes, sure.
but that's because i was heading down the wrong path.
the path ahead of me is now the right one, but
i'm walking more slowly now, to stay on it.
thank you, father.
thank you, you.
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