Damn this self righteous anger.
Cut out this infected, selfish disease.
Numb all the pain that I cause in others.
Uproot the malignant, malevolent weeds.
Crush the head of the deceitful serpent,
Who whispers to me that it's all about me.
Burn down my narcissistic temple.
Leave me hollowed out, empty and clean.
Pour into me the blood of the Servant.
Fill the vessel full of the need,
To give of myself in humble service
As He, long ago, did so for me.
Michael
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