Sword of the soul

the unseen dimension of evil spirits requires unearthly strength when the soul is assaulted

A cacophony of shadow, and all I feel is fear, 
idiot demons taunt, i hear them screaming
righteous anger make me shout: “you think not, i am endowed”
with God’s spirit; tho your wicked king has plowed
an’ ripped an’ shredded with wild hoards’ teeming
his blood belched progeny’s wild cacophony
convulses my innards to vomit
A cacophony of shadow, and all I feel is fear, until
a voice within me shouts, “your earth time’s near at hand
do what you must ’n quickly,” confirm your shortened autonomy
the bottomless pit; the lake of fire, all your minions destined for it
though you kill my body, no fear prevails on my behalf
no reason to despair, you cannot kill my soul
no cause to fear in breeding fear
no reason ’cause i’m amongst the ransom’d gold
Love’s fruit of hope ‘n faith virtues’ tears
will wash away my trembling
A cacophony of shadow, and no longer do i fear
across the void chasms’ wide
i feel the pitch crescendo
hateful ghouls like swelling tide
venom threats, murderous evil innuendos
duly do, evil deed attempt to gulp my soul
battle pitched ‘tween me and its’
darkest matter thick as iron lead
hoards of hell assist to drag me to the pit
extinguish light, replace with fear instead
then One appears in blinding light
his white robe cloaked, diadem crown
bursts upon the scene, lifts me up in his Shepard’s
arms and plants me onto higher ground