fret not

we live with things that go bump against the night and in our head
into your taken space they are and stand upon and in your place
though you can't see or feel them all the time 
they're nonetheless there much of the while 
changing the pattern of your thoughts as you go about your day
you're feeling cool and peace of sorts for once
when of a sudden your thinking changes to strange streams of consciousness
you think it strange if you're in tune with your regular run of the mill
sundry thoughts that you've grown accustomed to 
when for no apparent reason you're now abased, 
you silent scream inside your head
you wonder if you're the only one with such a plague
the difference to some degree between you and them that are in asylum
is you've learned and managed to cope with such a seeming aberration
fret not, it's a common thing of man to suffer with vile words of them
that dwell in anti matter's realm as it were, 
those things we call demons
in fact they do, rest assured, dwell around us, 
interlope in affairs of every living human being
it is their pleasure to infect infest our realm and fill at every opportune,
assault the sanctity of your birthright to live 
in freedom's harmony of peace on earth, good will toward men

yet they could care a damn or give a hoot their mind with mine they do pollute
their aim is high as it is low to overcome your very soul
the ghoul, the sprite the frights of night, scourge of hell, an incubus or two,
it is no game, they wish to dwell within your being, 
to turn you on the crooked path
as suits their every wicked whim for their kingdom's lord of flies
to lie or cheat, hate destroy, build an edifice of woes borne of death

fret not, there is no temptation common to man that has or that can overtake you
there is no weapon formed against you that can ever prosper
the guardian of your soul, his ministers of flaming fire do attend with sleepless vigilance
that is their resolve, command of God 
to protect your mind with his helmet of salvation

take your sword, his promises, written words to guide your flesh and overcome
subjugate every off kilter thought and take captive that which tries to overcome your happy life
his voice of love for you and yours, like a lamp that shines through darkest lies
that stills the raging sea, calms your inner turmoil stirred by those who want your soul,
keep you from the happy news that he loves you

Lucifer, fallen traitor angel of former light, now faux
it doesn't take faith to hear his lies, forced into our heads,
ubiquitous enemy of Adam's progeny, hell bent to his domain, us to take
with things that go bump against the night and in our head
think it not a strange thing these fiery darts that at times echo in your mind
your thinking changes to strange streams of involuntary consciousness
devil gins' whispered impressions, 
resist and they will flee

strange temptation falls on you as if a burning fire on your brain,
don't give in, use the weapons of the Spirit, 
these are not carnal, but armament power from above

fret not, Beelzebub has no power over you or me 
with our trust put on God's son's words in faith
he will not let you fall, he is there
he will not desert or forsake you
let his lamp shine upon you and guide your feet