I Fight The Beast…

Poem by Joyce Davis

I fight the beast daily for he is out to get me; not a lover or a hater, a friend or enemy
He’s a devour he eats what’s in his way; and those who do not fight become easy prey
The beast is as a luster he doesn’t care your name; as long as he gets his prize it’s all to him the same
And once the happy deed is done it’s time for other prey; and as many as will give in to his way
I don’t want to give up the Bible says fight the good fight; sometimes I just want sleep and he can go all night

Doesn’t matter doesn’t matter what I say; for my bite has no bite more than when I pray
The beast is no lion the beast is no king; he must bow down when my father’s Angels sing
So, I have no more fight there is no more I can say; I cannot fight the beast I can only pray

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