A poem about life's struggles and the nature of that battle, which indeed is more than a battle - its a war. We are fighting beyond issues and everyday inconveniences, because our fight is about eternal things. It is not against flesh and blood, but principalities and powers. Yet, the key to that fight is ourselves - or as Moody put it, "I have had more trouble with myself than anyone else".
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