There Seems To Be A Problem - Poem

Hey devil,

I heard you were messing with some friends of mine.
Not complaining, they have God on their side.
But remember that Sister in church,
You think you made her backslide.
Well I'm sure you've noticed,
She came back...
And I know she is beating you alive.

Yo devil,

I see my family you have bound.
There will come a time when they will hunt you down
And not only hurt you until you can't make a sound,
But also tear you apart from the inside and out.

Excuse me devil,

But there seems to be a problem between you and I.
For starters, you say a bunch of lies.
But you see, you can't separate me from my God up high.
You try and try but you fail every time.


It is written devil,

"For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life,
Nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers,
Nor things present, nor things to come,
Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature,
Shall be able to separate us from the love of God,
Which is in Christ Jesus our Lord."
(Romans 8:38&39)

I hope you get this letter devil.
Here is my final warning.

I won't give up.

Get out of town.