Our Battle

Human nature,
The devil's treasure;
Strong, controlling, unbeatable.
Yet –will-power is attainable.

A characteristic of the great
Glory is stored in their fate.
He who masters his mind,
Who leaves sin behind.

Lust, gluttony, greed;
The American creed.
Purity of body, thoughts, and emotions,
Inside a soul can cause erosion
Creating a new landscape,
Leading to an everlasting escape.

Day and night.
An endless fight.
Some wish to live; they've never fought.
For holiness is only brought
By warring oneself for control
Of the three ships carrying one's soul.

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