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The Battle Rages
Within myself the carnal animal and the human being wage war.
I reach deep into my desire for freedom from the carnal control.
Yet, somewhere within my brain, my ego perhaps, dwells someone
Who desires the world to fall at my feet honoring me for my greatness.
I recoil from this hideous creature when I look into the mirror at night;
Brushing my teeth, seeing the eyes of a stranger within sometimes.
Why do I give him the foothold, can I not boot him out on his butt?
The gentle soul within me controls this creature most of the time.
Those times when the carnal beast is in control, I hide from myself.
This dual existence shreds my life into tatters of what it should be;
I am torn and ripped as the battle rages within my very essence.
Bleeding, I return into the camp of my soul, I am nursed back to health.
How long will I allow this to continue, how long until I execute the beast?
How long will I wearily pick up the shards of my soul torn asunder?
Sweet victories are won each and every day as this war is fought.
Stronger I am becoming with each skirmish won as the battle rages.
29Mch09
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