It soars like an enemy fighter
shooting down any good God did through me,
It feeds, nurtures, and empowers
mankind’s mortal enemy.

It is the stench of vomit on a beautiful girl,
The prescription is humiliation
It is the screech of tires before a crash,
My escape route is to praise Him,
It is the taste of curdled milk in a dark roast blend
God’s Word is my medication,
It is seeing an old friend on heroin,
Prayer, take me to a holy destination.

It’s a bullet wound to my cranium,
It is the reason that I lied
It’s a disease that strikes children
Read the coroner’s report:
The cause of death was pride.

“The fear of the Lord is hatred of evil. Pride and arrogance and the way of evil and perverted speech I hate.” —Proverbs 8:13

© 2016 Kim Bond

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