Is it Me?

To this day everyday, I ask: is it the devil and God Fighting for my soul Or is it my mind sliding left or right? Hurricane erupt from every thought Or is it every illusion? Maybe a challenge of with Or a chess game predestined? I ask and pray And I fail and fail. A bastard to be sure, But why no concrete in this wall of doubt? Grateful I predate the roe and wade by exactly 5 years... Never a perfect moment, Save the alcohol on my breath. So tomorrow I may rise Tomorrow I may not In God we trust My love and lust