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This Must Be a Battlefield

Over dramatic phrases bring back thoughts of old time,
My overdrawn heartbeat sets the pace of every line.
I look through this window as the wind sweeps the trees,
My gaze becomes a stare as my thoughts become beliefs.

My stare begins to fade because there's nothing left to see,
My life becomes my glory as the Spirit speaks to me.
So take a few steps back, let's look at this scene, with the trees,
I'm stuck in this windy forest, as if there's nowhere else to be.
The wind becomes a stutter as it slowly fades away.
The night-life dances off, as the dusk becomes the day.
I begin to wander off, but the Spirit says to stay.
It continues to flow and whisper so swift in the night behind me,
The epic, bittersweet words are faintly spoken, as if to guide me.

Overplayed insights of the future yet to come,
Oh so many years, but yet you're still the one.
I've tried so hard for these words to come out right,
Who would've known I'd be found in this forest, on this night?
The trees are still swaying with the help of the gentle breeze,
Words once held in, now fade away with ease...

Now let's not fool ourselves, the Beast still lurks around.
As if a portrait of bland colors swirl about as I turn around.
He’s waiting for the chance to catch me off my guard.
Who would've known that being faithful could be so hard?
The thought of giving up begins to pound inside my head.
The beast says, "Keeping this 'faith' will amount to nothing in the end."
"How are you so worthy, when you run about and sin?"
"What will you have to give your God when time is up, and you are dead?

But the spirit turns the corner, revealed from surrounding trees.
"Son, save yourself, and just listen to me.
Open up your heart, and be obliged to close your eyes.
I am the worst, I am the best, I am your light when you are blind.
So break the curse, and leave the rest.  Follow me, it is time."

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