Diagonal drifts and arrowed
savannas
A murky mind, dimmed with
gust
Burnished at a squint,
nonchalant in the inside
But not a place to reside
Unscrupulous thoughts and
loathsome visualizations
Right as it clatters to a
man’s heart
Immersed in lava, at the
crowning of flare
Is that right?
The tolerant in heart is
God’s lover
Trading foul with good
Fail not to heed to the
whisper of the Spirit
Satan, your time is out.
Leave,
I am God’s child
Bought with a price
Not a man could pay
Sin crouches at my door
I master it
Take no control over me
Authority I exercise
It has been given to me.
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