Version 2 a poem from Psalms 3

PSALM 3 — The Savage Version

I wake to a war that never lets go,

Enemies rising inside me like a tidal undertow.

They whisper, “You’re nothing, you’ll never ascend,”

Poisoning my faith from beginning to end.

They shout, “Your Creator won’t bother to save!”

As they drag my heart toward its own grave.

These voices aren’t strangers—they live in my chest,

Ego-born demons denying me rest.

But You, Creator, are the shield I can’t see,

Lifting my broken head back toward Thee.

Your light cuts through the filth on my skin,

Burning the falsehoods I buried within.

I fall into sleep surrounded by fear,

But You pull me up when dawn draws near.

For every breath I take is not truly mine,

It flows from Your heart through the love of the Nine.

Ten thousand thoughts try to tear me apart,

But they shatter like glass on the stone of the heart.

When I lean on my brothers and drop all pretense,

Your salvation floods in and knocks down the fence.

Creator, smash the teeth of the serpent I feed,

Break the illusion stitched from my greed.

Strip off my armor, expose every flaw,

I’m begging You, tear the lie from its jaw.

For salvation is Yours—it can’t be claimed,

Only revealed when the ego is tamed.

Bless the Ten with a love the world can’t ignore,

Where “I” disappears and “WE” becomes more.

poem from Psalms 3

**PSALM 3 **

My enemies rise like storms in the night,

Whispering lies to choke out the Light.

They say, “Your salvation will never appear,”

Trying to plant their venomous fear.

But You, my Creator, are my shield in the fight,

You lift up my head and restore inner sight.

I cry out in darkness, You answer in flame,

Burning my doubts, exposing my shame.

I lay down surrounded by shadows so deep,

Yet somehow I breathe… somehow I sleep.

For You hold my heartbeat inside Your hand,

And raise me again with a silent command.

Ten thousand voices rise against me to scream,

But their noise dissolves like a half-dead dream.

For when I'm with my brothers, heart next to heart,

Their unity tears all illusions apart.

Creator, break the teeth of the lies in my mind,

Crush the illusions that keep me blind.

Rip out the ego that hisses inside,

The serpent that never stops selling its pride.

Salvation is Yours—never bought, never earned,

Only revealed when the vessel is burned.

And the blessing descends on the Ten’s open door,

Where “I” disappears, and love becomes more.