Battle of the Soul
Two wolves forage within your soul,
Endeavoring ‘til destiny tolls.
Driven in a voracious fight,
Spirits actions reflect their plight.
Malice is the name of this one great brute;
its paws calloused in Wrath’s tough pursuit.
Drooling roar, Glutton fangs devours in vain.
Indolence reeks of foul putrid stains.
The puffed coat of Pride it lives to feed,
Filthy, conniving, it hoards in amass Greed.
Mindless indulgence howls fast with Lust.
Envy plagues its view, just brings great disgust.
Benevolence, the second beast
Crowned with Humility, feasts
On Patience, Chastity, love’s
true freedom – sees Kindness above
acts of self, guides Prudence with grace,
a wealth of Diligence and Faith.
Who wins to be the Lord and Host?
One you delight to feed the most.
Aaron Combs
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