The devil made a visit the other day; he sat down beside me. With a coldness, I gained strength from all I am. Soaring thoughts of damnation, turmoil, and darkness faded quickly. All the light surrounded in warmth, power, and peace.
Faith towers over the tug of evil, and laughter prevails.
He sat with a stare, a non-presence, a blank now of available power. One-on-one and nowhere to go, understood of protection. This is the end of it; no weakness here.
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