The Battle Within

The Battle Within A Sonnet (I hope) I wonder from whence the divine plan come? How does it transcend the dual heart of man? Where do seggestions of darkness come? Ah, the heart transcends its own plan! To follow the crimson path or the right It is quite treacherous this hearty path To swallow the blood and to lick the blight I try in earnest to avoid the wrath Oh the demons taunt me with their cruelty armed with forked tounges of lies With evil that prevents me to see The waning sun that rises and dies Through all the hardship and blessed curses We conceal from God's holypurses