Conceding my soul,

He encompasses my worth,

Devaluing my conviction,

Into meaningless mirth.



I tried to run,

But he wouldn't let me go,

Leaving me to shun,

This Once upon a Time Mojo.



How aloof I was,

To think I could Beat him,

Confessing my insecurities,

I watched him smile.



Knowing he has won,

He dug up a hole,

Then,

With an insidious guile,

He plunged me down,

To the depths of my demise.



Lucky, He forgot,

To full up the hole,

Giving my Savior a shot,

To pull up, my wretched soul.



I asked him, What could I do,

To repay this debt,

He smiled at me,

Not like the other,

But with hopefulness.



And this feeling of Security,

Just wrapped it's arm around me,

Bringing to my knowledge,

What this God,

has just done for me.

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