Addiction
All the time, I struggle with this addiction;
Four yours but feels like a lifetime confliction.
Some say it's okay, some say it's a sin;
but in my heart, I feel like I may never win.
I pray to overcome it, for Him to help me everyday;
instead I slip up, allowing lust and temptation to get in the way.
Everytime I watch it, I'm playing in Satan's hands;
and it hurts inside, like bladder filled with sand.
Even though I am Christian, weird that I feel like I'm not;
mainly because of this curse, that I despise a hell of a lot.
I can't wait for it to vanish, for it to go away;
yet no matter how hard it is to fight the batle, I'm here to stay.
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