Poetry: Faith

Faith

I detest my flesh still I bow to it
I adore my spirit yet I despise it
My throne is taken
I’m losing a battle within my stronghold
 
How did I end up here?
With these chains on my soul?
How did these arrows pierce the armour?
Here I stand a slave to me
 
Oh those shining lights
That attracts then cast into gloom
Those sweet words
That only spell doom
 
Though I bow now I shall stand
My eye view beyond the sun
I shall lose this master and seek another
Most benevolent and merciful
 
I shall seek with my heart
He shall break these chains off my soul
Then I’ll gain a throne above every other
A royalty in a kingdom like no other.

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