Anyone on a mission,
To save my life from demons...
Would be better accepted,
If they prepared me a sandwich.
And quickly left.
The teaching of demons,
And their affects...
Are not on my ears,
When they are not near!
To remind me how effective...
The lessons they leave,
On those remaining in fear to breathe.
I am not living for a deliverance,
Not of that kind.
To leave my mind entrapped,
And conditioned!
By anyone claiming,
To be a missionary in my behave!
And God already knows this.
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