Antivirus for the Body

The art of the spin paints a morbid picture within, Innocent, small and white it begins. The deception breeds, conception feeds, then becomes sin.

Spawn of the sin spirals out of control, it grows, bill of goods sold, other lies take hold. Now An alter-ego, it wants full control.

A hidden personality, attaching to its host, now your a shell for a ghost.

Threat to a soul, a slow stroll to a dark hole. Sly and clever with deceit it creeps.

Claws gripping tight to your heart, becoming an expert in the art, using the flesh to manipulate.

Painting pictures of impeding fate, giving visions of everything’s great.

Now your on strings, a puppet, not in control of things,

in a sunken place, trying frantically to escape.

There is only one Holy Spirit, discern what it is.

There is a million ways to lie, but only one way to live.

Be free