19 November 2012
In my face again, why don't you give it a rest, go put someone else's nerves to the test.
Temptation from every direction, fiery arrows shot at will, trying to overtake my soul, shot with deadly precision and skill.
You know my weaknesses, exploiting my flesh, I will not be laid to waste, like the helpless rest.
Shutting out your filth, destroys the urge, strength to resist your attack, a righteous surge.
An angel's hand extended in the night, further strengthens my will to fight.
You may continue to scratch at the surface, do your worst to pull me away, from God's path I will not sway.
Evil At My Sleeve • Opuss № I