The stench of grave evil,
Lingers about.

My strong sense of faith,
Reeks of self-doubt.

The dragon and demons,
Lay passive with restraint.

Now shadows of dusk,
Hither with hate.

Poison drips from their mussel,
With avid desire.

The whiff of my frailty,
Are pangs to devour.

My rock is my shield,
My shield is my faith.

Steal my cocoon,
My spirit is God's.

Heaven awaits
To remove me from harm.

My creator is standing,
With arms.

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