There're battles continuously fought

 Armed soldiers kill the others not 

Shields and weaponry used 

Technologically new but few

 

A war between ideas plain

Commandments to keep

And sins to refrain

But the lower self complains

 

The soldiers are very well trained

Over the years carrying heaviest load

Strength and power all ingrained

The soul soldier fighting with mane

 

Rounds of battles been won and lost

Sometimes lower self gains an upper hand

Mostly it's the well disciplined alert soul that stands

Wearing the badges of success bravely fought and achieved

 

Until death this war will carry on

I won't let the baser self to be victorious ever

Till the last breath my soul shall fight all the battles

Either the lower self shall be disciplined or shall be killed