Sin.
I will not be rid of it till I reach eternity.
The flesh sickens me,
But I cling to it, in hopes that it will satisfy.
Truth isn't fleeting,
It's a rock to hold on to.
So to be sober-minded...
It's not that easy.
One split second of my weakness,
My heart crumbles to the ground.
I feel as if I must build and build,
But I tear down every brick.