Dreams

Annoyingly frustrating,

Absurdly irritating,

Hard to remember and you want to forget,

On occasion they are a delight to the mind,

Are they cruel visions or sight to the blind?

Dreams are demonic disturbance,

Rarely holiness visits us during sleep,

We must pray unceasingly to halt the demons fire, 

So their bullets bounce back and then wisdom we acquire, 

That we'll sleep deeper without that satanic touch, 

When purity enters our mind our lives improve so much. 

Though with greater purity we are attacked all the more, 

But with greater humility the devil knows the score, 

You cannot be touched, you cannot be broken, you cannot lose your faith, 

You are met by Angels not deaths scything wrathe, 

You are given life and shown mercy,

Fore power is in humility not violence, 

In the humble not the great, 

There you have a beautiful silence, The reward of rising early not an erratic mental state. 

The demonic, the dark powers that be, 

Will hide, will sear, from me they will flee, 

Fore at the forefront of thought is the sign of the Cross, 

Forehead, naval, shoulder and heart, 

Always from Him you'll never be apart.