Devil Your Time Is Up

You may attempt to assail me, to raze the foundations I've laid, To obscure my vision, and shroud my path in an impenetrable shade. But your malevolent schemes will prove futile, for your time is drawing to a close, A terminal demise, an ignominious defeat, an eternal repose. I have been endowed with the authority to proclaim triumph, A declarative power that echoes through eternity, a victorious shout that resounds. I am not dismayed by the losses I've incurred, for I have experienced the mystery of resurrection, A transformative rebirth, a regeneration that has rendered me impervious to your machinations. No more will I succumb to the shackles of death, no more will I be ensnared by the fetid tentacles of curses, No more will I be deceived by your guile, your cunning, your infernal artifices. I am enveloped in the panoply of Yah's armor, a bulwark of protection, a shield of refuge, A fortress of solace, where I can find sanctuary, and bask in the radiance of His presence. You may perceive me as vulnerable, as frail, as hopelessly ensnared, But there is one truth you must acknowledge, one reality that must be conceded: I am His child, His beloved, His cherished one, Yah is my protector, my refuge, my strong