The Ballad of Affliction and Vigor

The pain of tomorrow
will come, again
and again.

Can I run?
Can I escape?
Can I hide?
No,
he whispers gently in my ear.

My anthem beats within my chest.
I will rise with the dawn
to great his devilish grin.

His temptations will continue to taunt me.

The song , I choose to sing
will be my
glory.