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.