Haunted by possessed predators, I sought spiritual shelter
Baptised by cold water with hot charcoal beneath my feet
A tear of relieve flowed down my cheeks and cleansed my soul
Claps and praises were welcomed with expectations of glory
Joy filled the world for a slight minute that night before I drifted away
Then the morning came with skepticism of my newfound home
The shelter I once craved became engulfed in fright of malicious spirits
My conscience constantly attempted to chase away the fear with calmness
But unfortunately as promised, my predators re-emerged stronger
More infused with a confidence that their prey belonged to them
So I battled despite the yearning to cowardly succumb.
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