I will be strong

I shall wage war with every fibre of my being, With every last vestige of vitality, I shall resist. For I am not wearied by the relentless onslaught, Nor am I vanquished by the infernal machinations of your malevolence. Oh, devil, you may assail me with your most cunning guile, But I shall stand firm, unyielding and unshaken. For I have drawn the Rubicon, the line of demarcation, Beyond which I shall not be swayed by your insidious whisperings. Enough is enough, you shall not usurp my joy, Nor shall you pilfer my peace, nor ravage my serenity. I shall be strong, I shall be resilient, I shall be unbroken, For I have discovered the hidden wellsprings of my inner fortitude. I shall don the armor of righteousness, the shield of faith, And with the sword of truth, I shall vanquish your every stratagem. I shall be a phoenix, rising from the ashes of adversity, Unscathed, untainted and unvanquished. Oh, devil, you may rage, you may roar, you may seek to destroy, But I shall stand firm a bulwark against your every assault. For I have learned the secret of the ages, the mystery of the universe, That I am stronger than my struggles, that I am mightier than my foes. I shall be fine, I shall be triumphant I shall be o