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?
Prowling, eyes alert, glowing red’s the sign
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