Edges rubbing, grinding raw
More ragged abrasions than eye ever saw
Soul bruising soul even when unintended
The spiritual crashing through fences unmended
The battle plays out on unseen ground
Onslaught relentless, no rest to be found
Wounds gaping wide as blood and tears mingle
Winds so biting, the extremities tingle
This -- the landscape no eye can behold:
Spiritual warfare, losses untold.
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