The demon's can not win

The Demons Within

In the shadows of my restless mind,
Lurk whispers cold, cruel, unkind.
Unseen shapes that twist and crawl,
Casting doubt, they rise and fall.

They speak in tongues both sharp and low,
Feeding fears I dare not show.
Their claws, like ice, pierce through my dreams,
Weaving webs with silent screams.

They wear my face, they know my name,
They stoke the embers of my shame.
They thrive on moments I have lost,
A hidden toll, a heavy cost.

Yet in their eyes, I see the truth,
A fleeting glimpse of distant youth.
For these dark foes are born of me,
Fragments of a storm-tossed sea.

And though they snarl, and though they bite,
Their strength depends on how I fight.
For every demon harbors pain,
A lesson carved from sorrow’s reign.

So I will face them, not with fear,
But with resolve, a voice sincere.
For though they haunt, they cannot win,
These demons are the scars within.

Rising Above

The demons whisper, sharp and sly,
They cloud my mind, they dim my sky.
Yet in their storm, I find my flame,
A spark that burns beyond their claim.

They feed on doubt, they thrive on pain,
But I’ve unshackled every chain.
Their claws can’t reach what I’ve become,
A heart that beats like a steady drum.

I rise on wings of quiet might,
Through shadowed valleys toward the light.
Each scar they left, a badge I wear,
Proof I endured, proof I care.

They falter now, their voices thin,
For strength is forged deep within.
I am not theirs, I never was,
I rise for me, for my own cause.

Each step I take, they fade, they fall,
Their grip undone, their cries grow small.
For I am more than they could see—
A soul unbound, a spirit free.

Let them linger, let them wail,
Their haunting songs will always fail.
For I rise above, I claim my place,
A beacon lit by boundless grace.

Battle Within

The demons gather, dark and near,
With sharpened claws and voices clear.
They call my name, they stoke my rage,
A war ignites within my cage.

Their eyes are fire, their breath is cold,
They whisper lies, relentless, bold.
"You're not enough," they taunt, they cry,
"Why even try? Why even try?"

But I am steel; I will not break,
A roaring storm, a rising quake.
Though fear may strike and doubt may grow,
My fire burns—my strength will show.

I draw my sword, a light within,
A weapon forged through thick and thin.
Each battle fought, each tear I shed,
Becomes the shield that guards my head.

The fight is fierce; they claw, they bite,
But I press on, I hold the light.
For every blow I land, they fade,
Their darkness pierced by what I’ve made.

This war is mine, this ground I claim,
They'll not extinguish my burning flame.
For every demon, I will face,
Until they're shadows, lost in space.

The battle rages, but I prevail,
Their cries grow weak, their threats grow frail.
For in this war, I’ve come to see,
The greatest power lies in me.

Divine Power

The world is dark, the shadows deep,
Where demons prowl and secrets seep.
They rise with malice, fierce and bold,
To claim my heart, to steal my soul.

But in my chest, a fire burns bright,
A gift from God, eternal light.
No force of darkness can withstand,
The strength instilled by His own hand.

He arms my soul, He shields my heart,
With faith, a blade to tear apart
The lies, the chains, the cruel deceit,
That demons weave beneath my feet.

I stand, unyielding, firm and strong,
With Him beside me, I belong.
No fear can linger, no doubt remains,
For His power surges through my veins.

Each prayer I speak, a battle cry,
Each step I take, the darkness dies.
For God has called me, set me free,
To walk in truth, to victory.

The demons tremble, their reign undone,
Before the glory of His Son.
Through Christ, I conquer, through Him I reign,
Eternal life, unending gain.

So let them come, with all their might,
I’m clothed in armor, bathed in light.
For God has given me command,
To fight, to stand, with His strong hand.