Urge
Urges.
I still strugle to save myself by not giving up.
I strugle to re write my page by being broken to the piece. I strugle to save myself before i get too damaged.
Am struggling not to entertain the devil.
Yes i may eat with him but he is not welcome in my home.
I cant serve the lord and satan together.
I know one thing for sure.
Sin brings fraustrations and fraustrations sadness and then i will be drifted from the lord but i will not allow it.
I know my path now and it is clear, if this dont kill me it will only make me stronger.
The work of sin is not done until it has fully transform man.
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