Do we drown in our sorrows because we are weak by tomorrow, does it make sense to not think but to drink and seek no feeling, yet feel worse the next day laying in a weep of lies, that hold no prize. When we are weak the devil pries on our backs and he hungers for our darkest times, but if we don’t stumble we will never learn we’ll be on the other side pretending to judge from a naked eye. Our mistakes is what makes us, remember that. Don’t be hard on yourself because we are all in a pain of addiction characterized by our God. He not only protects us he never forsakes us the way we do him we are selfish sometimes little do we Know.
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Power in sobriety
In a land where shadows ruled the night,
a hero rose, embracing light.
from depths of darkness, they did climb,
to find their strength, to heal with time.
once bound by chains of liquid fire,
they broke through, fueled their own pyre.
a journey long, with trials faced,
with a sober dawn, their fears erased.
with every step, they found their way,
through stormy nights and cloudy days.
a myth was born, a tale so grand,
of power gained by their own hand.
in crumbling scrolls, their story told,
of battles fought, of lessons cold.
a beacon bright for all to see,
the strength within, the path to be.
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