Updated: Aug 4
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Jul 61 min read
Updated: Sep 29
I burst in anger like
an amateur that
can't handle the
pressure.
I rise into the next
chapter more
fractured than the
page before.
I'm bitter...every day
a little weaker. This
pit I'm in just gets
deeper. The hill...
steeper.
A pale exterior, a
reflection of a lifeless
interior...like a picture
with no colour.
Verse of the poem:
Genesis 4
7: If you do well, won’t
you be accepted? But
if you don’t do well, sin
is lying outside your
door ready to attack.
It wants to control you,
but you must master it.
Jun 231 min read
Updated: Sep 29
Verse of the poem:
James 4
7: Submit yourselves,
then, to God. Resist the
devil, and he will flee
from you.
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