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Spiritual warfare

Is a war of attrition

In search of purpose

We make appetites

Objectivity makes

Half-truth perspective

Self-righteousness

A bed of delusions

Self-importance

Is a slave driver

Entertainment makes

False purposes

Monetization

Calculated manipulator

Driven to weave in

Mankind’s desires

His promises are unchanged

Yet my body aches to flee

Regeneration, come swiftly

Sin grows on like a weed

Looking for a new fixation

By digging through graves

Nothing new under the sun

Self-indulgence a slaver

The comfort of death forever?