Verballistic ballistics
I’d rather die a soldier of the lord
Than live as a mundane statistic
My spirit is holy
But my mind is still animalistic
My hunger for divine perfection
Is still slightly or possibly even highly unrealistic
My prayers to the lord are from the depths of my soul
And none are repetitious or ritualistic
Many times I still deter and slur with the speech
With the slight use of grammar I’ve been given
And there are days I feel horribly unaware
Of the blessings that have kept me so driven
I must pray even more fervently
To remain diligent and always prepared
For the devil is lurking in darkness
Hoping to get me at the precise moment I may be unaware
In his snare
He desires to place me into his trap
And once he does so
He desires to wipe me off of this three dimensional map
But God made my mind an atlas
As He allows me to converge thoughts of present and past
And He always reminds me
Of how He gave me strength to continue to last
By strength given during fasting
Or in deep meditative prayer
He built His image of love and wisdom upon me
By first starting at my internal layer
This is just a brief intermission as my spiritual mission
Continues to thrive in its everyday struggle
I’d rather die with my fists to the heavens and praising Gods name
Than to die with my face in the puddle
SkTzO