It almost feels as if my mind has been handed over,

and made nest to demons.

If sitting alone, praying for enough anger to compel me to suicide

isn't a method of summoning,

I’m not sure what is…

 

But they have my mind only for a time.

I struggle, wrestle, with addiction and fear.

However, there will come a day

when this won’t be allowed any longer.

The circumstances of my days may seem trivial,

but this spiritual warfare is real.

The battle lines and advancement tactics of which,

I could only pray

for the wisdom to understand.

 

Spirits cannot be nowhere,

they have to be somewhere.

If I am strong enough to stay lucid,

then they are safer inside.

Where they can’t hurt anyone else,

without it also being my doing.

And I love everyone else far too much for that.

 

Be my light, Lord, God of the universe.

You who take away the sins of the world.

I am honored to be a piece of the plan.

 

The great expedition,

to take back your world

from the spirits of chaos.

 

What I call my prison, They call prison also.

 

All glory be to you. Breaker of my chains. The lifter of my head.