Don’t judge me, you don’t even know me. Don’t compare my fear to your fear. Don’t discredit my experience because you made it. It hurts and I can feel it. Jumped in the ring ready to fight. Spraying them verses, hitting hard, ducking and moving, and keeping up my guard. I wasn’t ready for battle. You geeked me up and told me I could do it. Told me I could pray my way through it. The battle is raging and my strength is waning. I keep on shouting and I keeping on screaming, get back you filthy demon. The round is over and the devil won. Hit after hit I took it. You scheduled the fight and I booked it. Looking toward the future and a better day. Depending on Jesus to help me find a better way. I’m not saying that prayer don’t work but when the battle is brewing them hits hurt.

Hit after hit and I took it. Backed into a corner I used my words. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. Line after line I wrote it. Verse after verse I used it, the devil laughed at me, took control of my mind and abused it. The more I fought the harder he hit. I’m raging and waring and having a fit. The harder the attack the bigger the bounce back; well this must be a beast because I’m praying but the attack won’t cease. Hit after hit and I took it. You scheduled the fight and I booked it.  For every word I shouted, the hits came harder and harder. Laying on the ropes surrounded by fear knowing the end is near. The doubt surrounding me like the storm of the century. Wait a minute, how many of y'all hitting me? It’s coming from every direction, I can’t catch a break. This is the last hit I’m go take. Still fighting, soul dying, looking for an out, I’m trying. Can’t take much more, it’s too intense I’m surrounded by doubt and this just don’t make sense. You said where I’m weak God would be strong, but I’m getting abused all day long. The hits keep coming day after day. I can’t continue to live this way. Down in the dirt and the hits still hurt. On my knees begging you please stop the war that is raging. Take away the pain and let me live, You said my sins You would forgive.

What did I do and how can I fix it? This isn’t the battle I signed up for. Another round and its going down. Shots fired and I got hit. Bleeding and pleading for a fix. Down on the ground I can feel the kicks. Hit after hit and I took it. You scheduled the fight and I booked it. Broken and battered you said I would be better. I kept coming and taking it like whatever.  Vision twisted, broken and abused the blessing came and I must have missed it. Hit after hit and I took it. You scheduled the fight and I booked it.  One, two, jab; left, right, stab, no crying now, why you mad? You said you was ready, you bible thumped and the devil came to the ring pumped. Beat my ass, left the ring, and took a hall pass. Hit after hit and I took it. You scheduled the fight and I booked it.