This poem depicts the spiritual entity that from my childhood, stalks me. I know him, he knows me, and the battle continues. I have one refuge, that of prayer. Wouldn’t you pray after seeing that the enemy’s power is far greater than your own?
All it’s attentions, frothing tongue a tell
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Prowling, eyes alert, glowing red’s the sign
That what stalks me, is a spiritual kind
That what stalks me, is a spiritual kind
All it’s attentions, frothing tongue a tell
With growls preaching, at me from hell
When it comes, the dark is it’s lair,
No matter where I go, it finds me there
Words of religion, it does completely despise
I’m never away, from those deep red eyes.
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