Burning Frag
My body dazed, feeling absent within,
My burning frag of a soul.
The fray rages on, inside disillusioned thoughts,
That made only sense to my creator, my true salvation. Lips bridge crossed by not my true intent,
But that of inner adversaries, to devils,
each to his own or hers.
Perversions lay buried within
cortex and vortex of soul and heart.
My psyche separate but holding me together
and tearing all my loved ones apart.
Love. Not love unless unconditional.
Deeply stirred not understanding myself,
Only Jesus can love me wholly.
My strife forgiven and with forgiveness,
Jesus remembers no more as we should.
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