Urges.

Urges.

Urges.

I urge.

I urge for evil.

Why am I evil?

Urges.

Urges for greed.

Urges for acceptance.

Urges of lust.

Urges of desire.

Urges.

Why am I so evil?

Urges for death.

Urges for conquering.

Urges to flee.

Urges.

Urges to cheat.

Urges to steal.

Urges to be evil.

Why am I so evil?

Urges.

Why do my urges take me down?

This dark winding path.

Urges to pursue the very thing.

The thing that put distance between me and Perfection.

The thing that keeps me from Righteousness.

Urges.

Urges that throw me into patterns.

Urges.

Urges that taunt me.

Urges that torture me.

Urges.

Why do I follow my urges?

When I urge to fill

Fill myself with darkness.

Like that urge for cake and extra icing.

That urge to lose myself… BUT just for the night.

That urge to fight and be selfish and vain.

Urges.

Why am I so evil.

URGES!

And yet urges.

Urges for perfection.

Urges for life.

Urges for goodness and kindness and no strife.

Urges.

Why can’t you take over?

These urges that lead me to cry no more.

Urges created by the Creator.

Urges to live out the glory of Him who made my urges.

Urges.

Why am I still here?

Urges.

I urge for life that is no longer here.

Urges.

I urge to be wrapped in my Heavenly Fathers arms.

I urge to have my death-urges removed.

I urge to dance and sing

I urge to have urges of only glory for my Creator.

Urges,

When will you become glory?