Running through bodies
like those rapid diseases.
Forcing yourself through with ease.
Trying to drown addicts from within.
From one day to another you plan.
Ready to sneak back with greasy hands.
Victims left scattered in different directions.
Only left to pray God would be their protection.
Some how those dirty tricks
find ways to push us against bricks.
Made us unsure of saving.
Claiming our very sanity and mental clarity.
Somehow our faith helps us claim victory.
In the fight you hold no sympathy.
Failing to realize destruction creates character.
So from your fruitless eradication
we gain glory and give thanks.
Setting you back and us up.
Our failures are won’t be mistakes.