poem
by Joshua Coffman
My soul is dry
The devourer condemns
How does Satan whisper
Violently against me day by day!
The demons of perverse lips
Do testify against me
As an convict facing sentence
Turns in his former friends.
My demons turn against me
Their embrace is with enmity.
Their kindness is only self serving.
LORD, save me from confusion.
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