Last night, from no beginning and no end,
that tiger was loose within me again!
I am afraid of him; so by his striped thick scruff,
I mightily threw him down for another new start.
My mind thinks he's a dangerous and magnificent pain!
Always snarling, growling, snapping, and gnashing
at me with his fangs. As he falls, he shouts at me,
"You always want someone to endlessly blame."
Sometimes I think that tiger is a sick bastard...
He's called "Power," but that's not his real name.
Lying silently, he endlessly plots, and plans my demise.
And, with me, he's always so angry and flustered!
With his savage and raw predatory power
he tries to overwhelm my four good friends.
We're always battling for my soul,
but it's always a draw; so he just pouts and glowers.
Power shows himself every week or so.
He's always ready to destroy part of my self.
"You're my friend!" he says. But he's unpredictable
in his efforts to teach me to be meek.
With a god's force, he says,"Fight like a tiger! Embrace
these bright days and dark nights!" And when the exhausting
battle ends, he always says, "Why do we fight
these pointless battles to regain your Grace?"
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