War.
War. There is a war waging inside me. There is a battle within me. The creator, my maker, the author of love, against the accuser, the ruler of darkness, the lawless one. The one that has been defeated yet still wants to claim me, wants me beaten, the one that has tried to tear me down to pieces. The one that placed scars and pain so I can be drained. Surely, he is the one that tries to make me focus on what’s unreal. The master of disguise, the father of all lies, the one that has no claim, yet has no shame to take my life, has waged a war against me. Bought by the blood, redeemed and set free. Yes! That’s what he did, my Master, my God, did do that indeed. He fights, He battles for me. He notices my every need. He loves and He cares for me…. He is everlasting, almighty, and divine. How then, can I be so fooled, deceived, by this facade in which he, the master illusionist wants me to follow and abide? God said He made me in His image, I wa...