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Poem 43

The Beast

To what end do I prepare
to fight the battle that must be fought?
The enemy is not out there,
the smokey demon in a soul distraught

Elusive as vapor in a cloud,
this foe will snatch your very soul.
He’s hiding in the shrouds
of the questions that lie in a Godly goal.

I must learn his face and name,
to call him forth from the shadows ahead.
Or I will never be able to tame
this beast that thrives upon my dread.

Camouflaging all of this world’s sin,
behind a mask of good the evil does hide.
We will need God’s aid to win,
in fighting the devil that dwells inside.

AFS

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