Be gone Demons! Be gone!

For I have Power inside. Power from Lord God, The One.

I slay your heads and wrap flitting tails through my teeth, spitting congealed blood across the dust.

Your torments, LEAVE!

You are not flesh, but feast on the living. You who scrape and sliver through the marshes of darkness.

You cannot feel breath or love and anguish in emptiness, poor, insolent rot.

I burn your scales with the Wrath of God's Forgiveness.

I may speak with your tongue, now, but ever more my bones will gnaw away the last of this red lacey licorice, steaming forth ego-rich beating blood, purified through humility and grace. Justice, Devil! You sick bastard bitch! You know your lot is rank and dire. You may squirm our earthen waryness, but truth lies in the breast, heart and breath! Fire! God has risen! He is Man! We have only to relay the forces, tide the waves, move to Jupiter!

And oh, though, do I tremble.

Do i cry for pride or true suffering?

Do I cry for you, Lord, or Lucifer's Red Silk Cloak?

Whoever is speaking?

I know, Lord. You are gentle and quiet. Letting me listen, if I wish.

Only in jealous tax does your wrath displace me, when I am wont to tremble, when I need an active toss, you place me at your feet and purr such anger through, that the Fear returns, The Great Releasing Rising Fear. FEAR OF GOD, OUR LORD! You have brought this upon us to teach, to give us conscience. And Death!, the other reminder. Where is our soul at the release? Toward the Earth? Hell? or Heavenly?...prepared for it's eternal local.

The Firey Spirit and Soul are eternal. The Earthen Body and Mind are transitory.

Which development focus? Which reside perspective?