All Will Realise

This one you won, I'm to blame.
If you think I'm conquered its you,
that's insane.

Just a mere battle, admittedly
you battled well.
I succumbed, I tasted hell.

Do not exult for long.
For this sorry state I'm much
too strong.
Resilient, fought for an age in time.
This aint my first pen, this aint
the first line.

Now in His name, contemplate your
retreat.
I'm in Him. Him you can not defeat.

The conclusion your demise.
no pain, no suffering.

All will realise.

Published by Smith Shine Poetry

I am my poetry, my poetry is me. I pray what I believe. I believe what I pray.

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