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Name Your Angel and Demon

Knock, knock, scritch, scratch
Who’re banging at the old door?
The other whispers hushly
Give in to the turning knob
The good one is no help

Nameless twins barge in
An angel and demon greet
One my bruised conscience
The other a swelling desire
Give their titles respect

Names take their power
Don’t I know their labels?
One demands a stiff drink
The other shyly sipping tea
Tell them to sit or rollover 

With names undiscovered
A carrot stick does not tempt
A devils’ eclair batons will bash
They battle for my will
I’m to blame for them 

No naming, one overtakes
The elusive one holy as mist 
The other solid as dopamine
What are they doing here?
Call out their names to leave

Last call to Beelzebub 
Ask Gabriel to stay
But, they are bound to me
Shove one out the door
Conscience will leave

To be free of my Desire
Then Gabriel wants company
Naming them, won’t be enough
Wish I had no four names 
At the last table like Christ 

When our time is up like Him
When my house and door falls
He’ll call us Judas sweetly
Gabriel, Beelzebub, and I
Chasing 30 silvers, be back

We exit the door to betray
Dragging Gabriel to the bar
Lead to a strange fruit hanging
Desire clutching our reward
Our war'll be over in slumber

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Stephan McBride

September 4, 2023 at 1:40 PM

So I find this law at work: Although I want to do good, evil is right there with me. For in my inner being I delight in God’s law; but I see another law at work in me, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within me. What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body that is subject to death? Thanks be to God, who delivers me through Jesus Christ our Lord! So then, I myself in my mind am a slave to God’s law, but in my sinful nature a slave to the law of sin. Romans 7:21?-?25 NIV https://bible.com/bible/111/rom.7.21-25.NIV

Triny Xiang

September 4, 2023 at 3:41 PM

Thank you, Stephan. To each portion an equal and opposite torment. My thorn in my flesh is really a bother. Still, I don't mind boasting if it allows me to see Christ better in my failings. The battle is yet to be won and the 30 silvers still yet to be claimed.

Stephan McBride

September 4, 2023 at 1:46 PM

Love your poem , God puts that thorn in the flesh to keep one in humility, that we might give glory to Christ that gives us strength to fight off the unseen battle at hand to receive eternal life : )

Stephan McBride

September 4, 2023 at 1:43 PM

or because of these surpassingly great revelations. Therefore, in order to keep me from becoming conceited, I was given a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me. But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. 2 Corinthians 12:7?, ?9 NIV https://bible.com/bible/111/2co.12.7-9.NIV