I don’t know where I stand: between being an abomination or being rejected; between being an eyesore or a stiffening sore; between being forgiven or being chosen, again. My heart hurts my soul burns, my body is a mess. I ache, I quake, I've failed, GOD and man and woman and all I know or do not know.
While I’m not sure the flesh would hardly resist satisfying itself, I'm pretty certain the spirit is often ignored and the soul, tormented, in those moments of sins – secret and sedating. You can say this is a declaration of the internal war. For sin to happen, there is war among your members.
My body needs to be saved, my body is not the saviour of itself. Only those who need no salvation can save, only THE ONE who gives salvation is the saviour of the body. If the body needs salvation, it cannot give salvation.