When people think it is easy to live in my body.
The image in a mirror of an another it’s beauty, intelligent.....powerful.
Flip side of that mirror there is dirt...evil...a malignant spirit..
of a man that would destroy everything around him with no intentions to do so.
A man that’s raising himself to be a man again.
A devilish influence upon him. No matter his battle against it.
Satan slowly poisoning his soul with deceit...feeling as if he is accomplishing his ultimate goal.
No matter how many attempts to reject the spiteful and destructive behavior of that demon....
There’s a deep war with himself.
Like a soldier adapted to his bloodshed life, he thinks he has it...control..the key to victory.
And when he least expects it the enemy is back and now it is a different fight.
He buries an enemy and another one appears. He knows the fight to becoming a better him won’t be easy. He has seen and been through just about everything.
A fight with an illustration that only his eyes know.
When looking through his burnished’s a window to his soul.
A man where suicide once crossed his mind..
But what would that do?
Start to question his mother’s role as mother. Start to question his father who he’s met only once. Start to question god’s role....
“Why have I been dealt these cards?”
How long would it take for this pain to become my strength?Battles can sometime scar you...and at the same time be able to tell heartfelt stories.
My head spins through my past life. I sit here wondering on sins and pain committed.
Perhaps I’ve wronged many people...that God will not forgive me.
Once a child of the demon,
he is slowly transitioning to God’s angel.
Learning to love himself.
All the regret, he believes he still can have a pure soul in front of the steps to heaven.
Knowing that god gives him a chance to live again. Giving him a chance to live life with no evil surfaced. Knowing that god is giving him the vitals to take the path that will make him into powerful man.
Even if the demon is going to be in his life forever...even if they try to chew his soul. They wouldn't be able to take him from himself. He has admitted God into his life for a future of peace. Your sins and evils in the past....
God always forgives.
The old dirty mirror would shine brighter...after the cleanse of a polluted soul.
You can love the reflection in the mirror...but demons would be looking afar...waiting for you to give up and for your flawless mirror to crack.......demons!

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