Depart From Evil

Depart From Evil 

I spit at the mirror, I curse at the night,

The filth of my heart won’t let in the light.

I claw at the chains that tighten my breath,

Every thought that I chase just drags me to death.

I preach that I’m holy, but rot fills my veins,

My ego’s a tyrant that laughs at my pains.

I run from the shadows, they tear me apart,

I see that the devil’s been etched in my heart.

The more that I fight, the deeper I sink,

I drown in the poison I promised to drink.

My “strength” is a lie, my “virtue” a fraud,

I’m nothing but ashes without my God.

But just when I’m shattered, too broken to stand,

A whisper of mercy takes hold of my hand.

The fire is quenched, the torment is still,

The Healer restores me—according to His will.

So evil departs, not by might, not by art,

But by faith above reason and love in the heart.

Through prayer and surrender, the bondage will cease,

The darkness is broken, the soul finds its peace.