Lifeless, alone, deprived.
I lost all sense of innocence when
success enticed me to the roots of my sins.
Failure to grow, a lack of inspiration.
How can we grow?
How can we grow if we starve the roots that we made?
How can we grow if there’s nowhere to plant a seed.
These thoughts are resonating as I lay on a bed of nails.
Fragile hands, blinded by my ego,
pondering how I accessed these two shades of grey.
I can hear demons fighting for me.
I’m laying on my d**h bed and now I see
I can hear angels fighting for me.
There’s a war for my soul, and this is what was said.
“Give inâ€. I hear the demons calling,
“Give up, You’re not worth His love.
You’re life means nothing to Him.
He’s a liar and your life he’s ruined."
"Enough". I hear the angels calling,
"His Love, is what kept me going.
Your existence is the proof I need.
My God’s alive, and you’ll never break me."
So long
my body shakes and quivers
while faceless entities surround this d**hbed I’ve made.
It’s hard to act when faced with all my mistakes,
but His love washes my past away.
Am I no better than demons?
His love, His Grace, His constant, everlasting reign.
I’ve failed to live according to His will.
I stand before my King as judgment’s placed on me.
Build up your kingdoms and hide your treasures.
You decide the life you lead, but you can’t take it with you.