Eaten and Exhumed

When my will to fight begins to slip

Which is more often then I care to admit

I feel a monster awaken its eyes

And snarl fierce from deep inside

There are times when my reactions are slow

When vigilance is sloppy and spirits are down low

The first punch is too late, the predator has pounced

And is gorging on my face, relenting no ounce

Then gloom overtakes me as I swiftly bleed out

Into a soil gone desiccate and littered with doom-sprouts

Flowers of bale that will reach and entwine

Until they successfully choke the blackshot sky

And that monster will feed til I'm dead in the dirt

Naught but a husk destined to be burnt

I've met him before and cowered to his bite

Wallowing in pity with no spirit to fight

A baneful beast always waiting to strike

A serpent in the shadows hissing in spite

He's taken me before and bled me til dry

Caught me unaware and proceeded to toxify

I wish I could say that blindsided I will never again be

But I am built of dirt, facing a cunning adversary

What I can say is that my God is greater

Stomping to dust the serpent that slithers

And He will strengthen me til my very last day

To hold up my head and bear every pain

So I will glare at the beast

and knot my fists

For I was bred for war

and I will die for this

Into my grave

with Christ at my side

I vow to take the fire

into the tumult of night

Into the throat of the beast

And from there I will fight

Forevermore until death

To fight

And fight

And fight

This is my path