This Is My Battleground
Helplessness invades
into my life and into my world
Chaos; Disorder
Helplessness invades
trying to imprison you in a box of no choices
:A box made of tinted glass
buried under the old, dry earth
without any openings but the small split above with a glimmer of light
where thoughts that aren’t your own pours in:
to bring destruction to your paths of decision
where you feel like you have no power
wanting comfort and order
holding on to your personal morality not to change under the pressure
pressure of the world
:squeezing you under a hydraulic press
trying to crush you inside like coal
never to become the diamond you should be inside:
But this enemy has come into your life like an infestation
:maggots trying to fest on your delicious fruit
that they don’t have or deserve
for their spoils are from what they sow: only of defecation:
trying to rob you of rest, of peace, of righteousness
to get you to believe that you never made good choices
while their sight is right and unbreakable and to be treasured
Every right choice seems to be filled with snares
:traps of logic and emotions by the enemy laid before you
pitting you against yourself and love ones
placing detour signs filled with lies and diabolicalness:
and the wrong choices leads you away from yourself
to a so-called peaceful hell
where your enemy waits for you
to bend and break you to their will
that you will just see life as they do, no matter how evil and wrong
Always on the defense
being attacked over and over repeatedly
with a smile here and there to brainwash you like a doggy treat
and a few calculated words
to conform you; dangling a peaceful hell before you
that they know you might be tempted to take like a bribe
:a corrupted man in power
trying to reverse your morality with filthy money
that hold stories of all of the other lives that were turned upside down in the connected process:
But it’s time to ROAR
time to FIGHT back
time to be YOURSELF
NEVER GIVE UP
For your time of war has begun
time to become the predator and have them become the prey
:a hungry lion stalking in the tall grass
eyes hungry for flesh
mouth thirsty for justice
bringing life to the dead world on his terms:
chasing them to the ends of the world
until they meet their own end and destruction
Time to TRUST GOD with all your Heart and Mind and Soul and Might
This is my BATTLEGROUND
and I am who I am…
Copyright © Anthony Souls | Year Posted 2016
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