Battles Of Soul

Lying destitute in a humble guise
My soul sacrilegious sins belies
Long time goes by b’fore it comes to agree:
The attack on the faith;the resulting debris.
Ashen,it longs to wipe its heart clean
Alack!No saviour in distance is seen.
Longing to erase its artful deceit;
It corrodes and writhes in pain:but
Each day doth pass;it doth retreat!

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