Reflections

In the mirror,
Right behind me,
Satans face appears...

Not for weeks,
Not for months,
But for many years...

My eyes dont lie,
I wish they did,
Im drowning in my tears...

Scared to die,
Scared to live,
Begins my list of fears...

Is this forever?
Is this for life?
The end I hope is near...

My battle begins,
I hear the cry,
And Jesus leads the cheer...

Beaten up,
Broken down,
My body and soul are sore...

Into the abyss,
Wicked one,
For Jesus loves me more...

Be expelled,
Into the pit,
Like millennium before...

So my soul,
Can up and fly,
To the Heavens soar...

Going to hell,
Being rescued,
Is what I did endure...

Now in the mirror,
Right behind me,
A face that I adore...

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I love the force you put into your writing. I like your minimalist style. I love the way you went from scarey, deep darkness to triumph and victory. Another awesome piece.

what a voice you have! I feel like this all the time. Like Satan is constantly breathing down my neck. Just be reminded what our G-d did for us...Satan cannot match it. He sent His only Son to die on a cross for us. Satan has no power over you.