You are a sinner and a saint,
You choose to be either,
On each day,
Your choice defines your day.
Is it loaded with greed?
Or is there an angel in your prayer?
Then there are those days,
When the sinner cripples the saint,
Makes you believe that you are his slave,
I am in your blood. In your genes. He says.
Saint in you cries for help,
Holding tight to its essence,
Shouts with all its power,
I am not afraid, My resilience is enough to fight your evil.
Sinner fades away. That day.
And that day, your saint wins.
It has won every day so far,
But are you afraid of the day,
When your soul makes the wrong choice,
And the Saint in you loses the war?
I know you will not let that happen,
Your resilience is stronger than this war.