Now that two decades of life my have passed me by,

I’ve broken free from Satan’s Lies,

I recall all to well his wicked crimes,

His chronic attempts to kill me time after time,

He tries to sway me from the path that leads to God,

He speaks to me of dowsing rods,

He lies to me trying to tell me that I’m gay,

For he claims that there is no other way,

And that be his way and his way alone,

He speaks of spells and the pagan ways,

He recalls the crystals and other stones that use to heal,

For he claims that those were “THE GOOD OLD DAYS” joyous zeal

Yet the these things he speaks . . . surely the truth he tweaks,

Are all lies and this I know, just like the rubbish on the stove,

His lies are weak, and deaf is his sound for I have found Higher Ground,

A God Stronger than Satan himself,

I have removed his books from amongst my shelves,

I put Satan in a small read jar, hoping, praying, and knowing that to him it would do total harm,

God it’s you whom I adore, please, make me aware as evil falls across my floor.