The demons come
To haunt me once again.
I had thought them conquered,
But they live to torment me still.
Lust sidles up to me;
Slithers through my brain.
My sinful desires feel so good,
Then abandon me to shame.
Prideful thoughts float
In my head, passing judgement where
I am not qualified to give it.
My selfish love matches my self loathing.
Whispers of hate
Run through my mind;
Terrible, wicked hatred
For the hearts of many;
Hatred for my own
Boils in my blood.
I am a twisted, sickening wretch
Deserving of death.
But death would be merciful,
And mercy I deserve not.
And so the demons come
Alive to deliver my dues.
I have fought them for so long.
In my heart, the battle rages;
A war no one sees.
I am weak; they overtake me.
Like an acid,
It's eating me away.
I know why it is
That I never escape.
The demons are a part
Of me, an evil
Born of my own heart.
I am the worst monster of all.
Pain tears at my soul.
I detest myself,
And despise my life.
How can I be loved?
Yet I am loved.
I am forgiven.
One stronger than I
Chases away my demons.
He weeps with me in my agony;
Tells me what I am meant to be.
He strengthens, and heals my wounds.
He sings a song of love to me.
(I am amazed
At that sweet sound,
So undeserved by
A wretch like me).
He makes my heart new,
Though the old lingers.
The demons will return,
But in His strength I will fight.
On the day when He remakes all things,
I also will be redeemed.
Evil and death will forever die,
And in His arms I will live, forever free.
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