My New Bad Habit
Stumble, trip and fall
I will arise once more
No weight may break me
No obstacle may bar me
I will overcome it all
No demon shall sway me
God is with me
I am one with the Lord
So I fear no devils
My Lord is all powerful
Yet my Lord is all caring
Break, shatter, splinter
All of me is broken
Demons have overcome me
Holy Ghost has vanished
And I am powerless
Broken, shattered, splintered
I am defeated
There is naught but darkness
No more light
Only the dark
Without the Lord.
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