Enemies Poem by Chukwukere Timothy

I don't need my enemy's weakness for
strength,
Let them wax strong.
All their stronghold will rent
With powers of their tongue. Let them establish mountains,
It will be made plain and plane.
All night. I to God laid my complains.
His judgement rise against them today.
I've enemies, known and unseen.
Spirits and flesh. Trying to drawn me in sin.
But each time they tempt, I come out
fresh.
let my enemies sit on their seats,
And I stand undefeat
I'm just a writer, God's my fighter.