// breaking free //

these are words of fright:

these are words of the night.

when i lay there in the dark,

after the pass of the light,

and my flesh crawls out and sits before me

like the lord of the flies saying,

"you know what you have to do"

i want to shout,

i want to scream,

i want to sob like a broken child.

no.

this is the flesh talking,

this is my inner self, the sin coated monster,

me.

i don't have to listen to it,

i don't have to obey its every whim, desire,

or command.

because i belong to one of a higher calling.

JESUS CHRIST

and He calls me to look at Him.

to think on things holier than those ugly, selfish thoughts 

sitting before me with filthy grins. 

be gone with you,

you pig.

and good riddance. 

<3 eva

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