Sin’s most-feared beast of wrath
Caught you in your sleep
And hurled you through your guilt
While you dreamt in darkness sweet.
As it reared its head
And subjugated you
To its never-ending
Hypocritic ridicule –
And watched as you spiraled out
Into spatial nothingness:
You raised your hands in agony,
Cried out for saving Grace.
A hand caught you
And broke your fall
That deadly self-pity
Beyond self-helping all
You would not accept His grip
As He held you in His Love and Faith
So He set you back upon your feet
And watched you turn and walk away.
He followed after
Walked beside
You would not stop
And allow His aid;
So He let you try to walk yourself
In your focused stupidity
To see you fall again and again
Spelled of pride and morbid naivety.
The demon returned
To haunt your dreams
And kick you back
To your former graves.
And God watched as you went on
Down that wide, well-travelled path
With a demon on your back, and one at your feet
Tripping you all the way to hellish wrath.
Love turns to wrath
But not until the end;
You can still redeem
What you purposely forgot.
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