The evil one
May boast of his allies
The Shadow and the dead Night
And its weak slave,  death. 

But, oh! how I laugh at his insanity
For maybe he has forgotten
Whose son and blood I belong to
I am a child of the Almighty.
An heir of the living I Am THAT I Am.

Satan, no matter the thickness
Of your darkness and your pretentious fortress, 
The flamming fire of God
In me, will pierce and burn
Your heart, your bones and eyes
Like the sharpest blade of all the Angels. 

We, the children of God
The sons like Jesus Christ
Are never afraid of your dirge and phantoms and fears and illness
“For “He” who is in us is greater than ‘he’ in this little world. “

– Ugwu David C. 
(c) 2020