I dream of demons mocking my prayers,
Distorted voices in this realm of theirs.
Get away from me, you vile creature,
Still learning and God's the teacher.
No longer afraid, they can't touch me,
Light fills my insides like a bacon butty.
The veil has almost lifted all the way off,
I wake up fast, feeling strange and cough.
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