twitches of flesh, i grapple.
this skin, this worldly i mean.
the enemy grips me, i resist.
twice and thrice, and more,
he induces craving.
i evade him, & his fast-food.
i’m not confined in my past.
sheltered, i breathe a whole disposition of truth.
rising by conviction, flying and going;
there are games that i forsake and
dispel the compromises.
the enemy chases.
prying, he’s prying on me but
i’m clever, i’m shrewd.
my Lord and i outsmarted the beast!
2012
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