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CARNIVORES OF SHADOWLANDS There's a tribe of many members Boding deep within. Funky flesh, which breeds, then confers, Invades realm's of sin. They wish to "carpe diem" breath by breath the moments of my life. Deftly chiseling thorny topiaries into misshapen fruitless strife. Some they carve large,others just a trifle; Inflicting wounds fiercer than any knife will. Carnivores of shadowlands; Seeking just whom they may bite! Open sores in fallow hands; Reeking from lack of insight. They want only to divide and conquer the sum of my being. Once entangled, entrapped there's slim hope of freeing Myself from these voracious phantasmal creatures, But prayer fuels faith, summoning the Great Teacher's Words He spoke to revive, restore, relieve. I could grapple my freedom if I'd only believe! Rather than be captive to sin and just trudge along, Condemn my contrite conscience; I must " judge" my wrong, I choose to repent, rejoice before my redeemer with a new song! So if you'll forgive an adolescent expression of fools: My conclusive allegation: Flesh drools..........Spirit rules! |
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