The Natural Man And It’s Self Derived Life

Oh, the natural man and its self derived life; for its ego continually rises up with all its pride, self loves, and love of intelligence for to promote, to honor, and to pay tribute to itself. It's fortresses are mighty and strong, as it is prepared to both attack and to defend, not wishing to be mortified by the gentile things of the spirit. The battle is on, at times, a waging war with both the things of the spirit and all who have ought against it. It continually rises up and even at a moment, it will make itself known and will make its appearance. It will shout and it will cry aloud to ward off all its enemies and all it's foes. It's weapons are many as they are sharpened, smoothed, and polished, to fight, to reason, or to confirm, to both guard and preserve all its rights, interests, and titles.

No man or thing dare or hardly approach. These weapons are gathered and trained, experienced and ever learning, with vanity, jealousies, malices, and hatreds spurring it on, with their flattery, persuasions, enticements, allurements, and seductions. It is cunning, sly, crafty, and deceitful, as it defends against, and attacks and entraps it's prey. Oh the web of its conceit and haughtiness! It conceals itself within, hiding its real intent or motive, as the outward appears to be docile, agreeable and yielding, all the while it is planning, plotting, or hatching out its arrogant and wanting designs. It's manipulations are manifold, sometimes conscience and sometimes sub conscience, yet it twist and it turns to weave and to twine its own selfish, self-promoting patterns. It will not be subdued, conquered or defeated and no man, spirit or entity will have dominion or power over it. But it will lead and drag a man down to hell where punishment, pain, torment shall abound. The suffering and sorrow will be as fire and brimstone, with the weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth. Oh the horrors, the dread, and the pain as it continually tries to survive, yet it will be bound and be held captive even without freedom, liberty, or deliverance, wrapped in chains, and misery and gloom, insanity and foolishness shall be its home. Oh rise up, oh rise up and stand in full armor, ye spiritual man.