Life is War

Why do I desire peace when the world has been against me since the moment I planned my departure?
I am totally kidding myself to think that this life is something to be content with.

Man, I'm kinda saying exactly what I did in my poem.

I am a fool to think I can fight anything by my own ability,
At every turn sincerity is overpowered by treachery.
The known enemy comes from within and apart.

Yeah, I should probably read the Screwtape Letters soon.

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