I'm wounded from the past.
As if I just finished battling my way through the jungle.
I just wait here in misery, tending to my wounds.
If anyone comes near they will be eaten from the rage inside.
I sit here with fierce fire in my eye's awaiting the next battle.
Will my wounds heal in time?
Or will I fall from defeat from the evil of the world.
Peace is what I fight for.
I want my heart and soul to feel peace.
I take caution from what awaits me in the darkness of the jungle.
I hope I heal soon. I feel danger near.
Fearless is what I am.
Pray is what I do.
Faith is what I need.
Father heal my wounds.
War is near.
The battle has just begun.
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