Listen.

Can you hear it?

The sounds of a soul slowly dying

It is pure and blissful

And just like the thief comes in to steal, kill and destroy

The enemy comes in to steal your joy

Your happiness is their weakness

Your sorrows and pain bring great joy to their heart

The enemy lavishes in your suffering

Burns like fire when you are overjoyed

The enemy knows you are weak

Making you weaker is what makes them strong

Tearing you down, so that you will quit

Fighting back has never been your style

You're much too classy for that

Just waiting for the day when the enemy will see the error in their ways

The sounds of a spirit breaking is what hurts the most

The sounds of apologies and forgiveness is what makes your heart ache the most

Never one for confrontation

Always a mere bystander in the flesh of destruction

Never pausing

Only gazing at a look so evil it makes you wanna shudder