Putting My Enemy To Sleep Poem by Andrew Peterkin

I wrote you this lullaby.
As I put you to sleep.
To sleep is death.
So I will lay you down.
For you try to rise,
but with these words,
I will cut you off.
Completely annihilate you.
You will not hold me in chains.
For I am born free!
It will take time but be patient.
As you,
yourself,
perish.
For you will sleep.
For you will die.
To no longer rise in your sweet bliss.
And my painful agony.
My sorrow.
I will rise above you.
For in you,
is no good found.
But good is found in me,
Through Him.
For this is my lullaby to you.