Fight the Demonic

Last night I swayed and danced with the dreams and mercilessness of the devil. I found myself lost in an abyss that seemed insurmountable. I moved with the winds and drew in the demonic of all vicinity. I choked, as Satan cheered, and cried as the ways of Lucifer became apparent. Being burnt, so publicly, I felt lost in the mire. I am here, still today, but the lava around me is still pipping hot on the hill. Finding nothing in the heat of battle, felt like nothing and even worse it felt diseased and beleagured. As I sway to the music, and as I pitter pat on my keybord, I am trying to see the point to the game. I have SHAME and fear in a way that brings a congestion to my chest and a pain to my feet. Stigmata rests behind the skin of my right hand. Good and evil will play even with the lights on today. I will continue to moved forward walking into the wind. Pray everyday that our wills will be enough.