
The area is dark and eerie; the sensation of immorality plasters the stifled air. My heart races as I dreadfully sense the spirit of wickedness approach. Attempting to run away; I am overtaken by the numbness which detained my legs into slow motion.
Crying out for help, my words are lost in air, my mind says it’s over, my heart rapidly races repetitively, and I cry out to Jesus as the approaching force gets closer, and closer. My fear says “it’s over”; yet I continue to call as mommy taught me when I was younger. Finally I break away as the sensation peels off of my chilled torso, and jump out of the terrifying nightmare. “The Devil was riding my back”
The taunts of the demon that believes he is able to stand up to the Father himself. The fear of defeat and pain, lonliness and sadness opression humility,misery, insignicance. Tools of the the hardest worker around "Satan." He will go to through above and under to pursue your defeat, and as far as to take down your belief in God to believe his word.
You attempt to cry out; he takes your sense and youre unable to defeat him.
"The battle is not ours but God's He never promised that we could defeat Satan; but he did promise that if we rirst him... he'll flee."
AuthorB.Gainous