there is a war raging inside of me. my spirit is against my soul. it's a battle that is ongoing whether i am unaware or conscious.
my spirit is wise and it is pure strategy. it enters war with plans and hopes - ideas are shot back and forth within the line. my spirit is guided, guided from a higher being. battles are won even when it seems hopeless... God? my spirit fights with authority, well rounded in all aspects of combat. timing is seemingly perfect in all aspects. key tactics become so apparent and even when things are rough everything works out AND more. good things always happen... when this higher power is accepted as the reason for the very same good things. otherwise, hopelessness becomes reality.
my soul is raw power and mass. it fights and doesn't give up - unafraid to die. my soul attacks like a pride of lions taking down a horned beast. my soul is pure athleticism, like a superior race of physically adept individuals. fast, quick thinking, attentive, along with leopard-like reflexes. my soul is a fearless warrior who draws strength from emotion and desire. when given the upperhand, my soul will take full advantage and eat it up like a lion feasting on a gazelle. my soul's weakness is shared with it's very own strengths. my soul is a raging in it's black stormy sea. temptation.
it's an ongoing battle and, in theory, will always be until the day i die.
however, even though i may have many years ahead of me, there will be a day when there will be a clear and obvious victor. on that same day, whether it be my spirit or my soul, one will surely die to the other.
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