Find myself drowning in iniquities
Can’t help but hear out the Demons who speak of my fallacies
Every hour under the Sun
Every walk under the Moon
I pray for the day of tranquility
‘Look at you’, says they
‘Set in your ways- sins on repeat’
And they’re right
The lies I convey to my soul and fellow man
The “good deeds” for self-service
The burning lusts of the flesh
The pride of a shattered mind
And the murdering heart
It is true as they said,
‘A renewed spirit does not fix a broken pottery’
Yet I say unto this Fallen Council
‘But it is my redeemed spirit of God’s grace and His love
That I find refuge away from myself-
I take no security in my earthly vessel. This tainted body.’
For as long as I live
May my eyes be fixed on that which is above
Heavenly wisdom
Higher than I
Like a spring from the mountain
Blessing the broken lands below
I will deny my Earthly self.
My false Senses
My twisted Rationality
My own idea of Love
Unto Death
-Toxic Scribe
Toxic Scribe: Writings and Rumination 
Phenomenal style of writing. I love the meaning behind the words.
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