Conflict

Insidious are the ego's wily incantations in my ear
Subtle at times, roaring at others, it stokes fear
Engendering feelings of nobility, and searing pity
It traps me in the labyrinths of my personality

It is easier to overcome the deafening calls
Of baser emotions such as anger, leading to a fall
Religion comes to the assistance of a sinful follower
Who seeks to absolve himself of a painful palaver

But harder it is to be rid of the wily higher quality
That dresses like a saint, but misleads with audacity
A simple soul that is beguiled into a state of martyrdom
Without any reason other than extension of ego's kingdom

As I struggle with these conflicting pulls in opposition
There is encouragement from within as divine inspiration
Stilling the dancing lights in my cranial pathways
I transcend the emotional fetters and attain salvage