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A poem about what is happening within my soul... it's a battle ground in there. |
| Rhythms of my soul My soul feels like a song Playing at intense rhythms Styles connecting my inner thoughts and movements Not that easy to explain Why it all feels so wrong Like a dance it all comes together within Moving in rhythmic spasms To the music of it's choice Like a dance it holds me even closer By the source of it's power Delivering me even closer to it's world of sin Eyes that come at night To keep a watchful eye on me To tell me how alone I have become To show me that I am always in their sight Even more so in their might Falling away from God's glorious light But always keeping up a fight |