O, the commas

How dare I, the tiny bean of this earth, a molecule of sand, messily servant and His sheep, hold such hate and distaste, spread my judgment like the eagle wings, in this body of flesh, a rebellion grows against His will, heart seeks passions to fill, in His garden for the fool I who awaits the Kingdom, listen closely, I reject you, I refuse you, I spit on you the evil one, the one who tricks, deceives me, using my flesh, for I, His sheep seek the Kingdom and Glory in His name, to do His will, for He conquered sin, He will conquer it in me.