lukewarm, obstacles
and stormsfighting impossibles intreacherous formstired of fightingit's fire and lightening dreamsmy soul went adrift, so many coldwicked schemesthe uplift keep seeming to keep distanceor maybe it's me leaning awayputting up resistanceday to day, I awake with intentionsto servethe devil find a way to keep lynchingmy nervesat a split, a foot in the thronea foot in the pittired of the in between, the satanicghosts in the postsmy soul in a horror scenemy attempts to redeem, it seemschronically at failbut I study scriptures and visualizemissionary picturesSatan's charm, his arms aren't frailattempts to journey good will, if I oncemake bailtired of the in between life