The ultimate battle

I keep on fighting God in what seems like a cruel and dirty place. Not even wondering exaclty where I am. Confused with rage. What am I doing? ...That doesn't matter! I just need to fight! That's all I need to know. My right arm has been scard, and my left arm has been ripped off. My attacks. Physical touches? No. What seems to be soft touches turns into uncuring bruises, a river of blood, and more agony. I continue to throw puches. I swing to the left. Right. I kick. I feel nothing. A strong feeling has been summoned to my body. A strong force. ..I'm on the floor. More forces are brought for I am now one with the ground. Indented into the ground has made me even more bitter, but because of my numbed body I cannot move. Hence, what can I do? Cry. Cry and continue on to do so. Cry. For I am befuddled. Cry. I am totally weak. Cry. For I have lost. My cries shall last forevermore. No tissue can put a halt to these tears. I feel another force coming. Oh dear. But this time a blue glow appears. Grows each time a breath was released. Soon it transforms into a hand. I reach out for it..... My eyes ajar. I'm crowded by love ones in the hospital. "What happened?" I asked my mother. "You had a terrible heart attack. Unconscious for seven days. We were so scared! Thank God you're awake!". She begins to cry. God! I forgot about Him. I soon begin to cry. The battle. The war was in my heart. A powerful attack that almost lead me to perish. I finally realized that the Most High forgaved me; wanted me to experience life again... with my new heart. I smile with tears still flowing down. Regretting all of my actions. And regretting all of my words too. Thank God indeed.