Warfare Of Spirit – Day 244, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Spiritual warfare…
What grandeur lies ahead as blood splatters on a battlefield where souls die,
Knowing rest is not eternal?
As we slip into a dream state,
We wake,
Whether or not our mind takes notice of the netherworld where soil is fertile,
For human hearts rotting away!
In its core.
Or,
Paradise we’re bound for when following the word of the only King I’ve known to be true.
But,
It’s harder to sleep,
Nowadays,
as I account for every sin I’ve accrued.
Each brew of disillusionment I’ve drank in the name of rebellion I knew,
Would drag me off course…

I can’t blame anyone other than myself while forced to state into a dark void,
Anytime I close my eyes .
A dark void where all I can think about is the moment I’ll die.
A familiar place,
Nonetheless…

Still,
Never do I wish for death to fall upon me,
Just yet.
What choice does a warrior have besides laying in their bed?
Feeling tremors in a pair of legs,
Too weak to walk forward,
But,
Strong enough to crawl towards a dream.
That this pain will eventually go away,
Some day…