I have grown tired of you
Your ways
The idolatrous tendencies
The vain ambitions
The self-servedness
I loathe you
For luring me in
For weighing me down
For letting you win
You have stolen years of my life
But no more
Fore I have found what I have been looking for
My Everything
Divine healer
Rock on which I stand
Bestower of countless blessings
Root of all that is good
Supplier of strength
Dispenser of discipline
Provider of peace
Words cannot begin to express how happy I am with God
So there you have it
We have grown apart
Or I grew up
Away from you
Flesh
Know that we will never be cordial
I despise you
We are not adversaries
You are the enemy
We are not squabbling
We are at war
With God
I will fight you diligently
Though I will fall
Battles will be lost
I will get up
The war will be won.
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