I am two men.

Within this house of clay,
I live and strive
against Myself.
That which I hate,
That which I love,
Is likewise Me.
Division of two worlds—
Two realms;
A rotten corpse of death—
An Adam, Eden-new—
The one is Life,
The other Death.
Did ever Love and Hate,
Or Dark and Light
Exist within one frame?
Yet here am I.
I am a dead man walking.
I am Alive.
When shall I be just One?
O Who will rid me
Of this corpse?

When He who holds the sundered realms
Of Heav’n and Hell
Exults upon the heights, Humanity within His grasp—
His sword, blood-red,
Shall cleave my soul from Death.


(based on Romans 7:21-25)

[I find then the principle that evil is present in me, the one who wants to do good.

For I joyfully concur with the law of God in the inner man, but I see a different law in the members of my body, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin which is in my members.

Wretched man that I am! Who will set me free from this body of death?

Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord!]

I think I'm on a poetry kick.