Spiritual warfare
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The more I fight
The more stupid I feel
For punching nothing but air
While I bleed from my gut
I try to land a punch
Hopefully land an uppercut
But the opposing boxer
It'd make sense to sell books filled with psalms our love has inspired.
Profit from the nonstop poems venting the glories I admired,
But it's not worth a dime , not even a dollar,
Electrical boxes blasting our eyes,
Sending images of fear and conflict,
Talking like a serpent, which is unwise,
Illustrating a dove as a convict.
Every time, the deception keeps going,
So many voices
chattering their teeth,
spreading lies and deceit
wherever they please.
So many voices—
when will they stop?
for I cannot hear myself think.
When the raging battle seeks to steal my joy,
My tears trickle down my face.
That's when I like to employ,
My unbeatable fighting Ace.
I lay down the Truth,
Let the lies flee.
everyday i walk out throught the shadows of the valleys of death
there is war that rages on that's becoming a ritual
where evil lurks and strikes on the weak
God is with me , i'm with Him
therefore, we bear fruit
