Isolated,
my state of being,
only knows,
horrible strife.
Secluded,
my existence,
only realizes,
unending conflict.
Forsaken,
past, present and future,
are all held in triune suspension,
as a despair,
great, and of the Devil,
seeks sovereignty.
Solitary,
I grow helpless and afraid,
my soul,
man and mere,
begins to succumb,
to the maddening corruption.
Singular,
err and sin,
attempt to overcome me.
But, as they close in,
encircling me,
enveloping my self,
I regain my resolve!
Alone, I am,
but unaided,
I will never be!
A providence joins me,
enriching my soul,
so it overflows!
The Heavens shows me favor,
oxygenating my muscles,
so my strength is replenished!
Alone, I am,
forever toiling against discord.
Alone, I am,
but endeavoring for The Divine,
I’ll perpetually wage,
the holiest war,
for and of myself!
