They enter my section
Without physical,
Chemical,
Or mental weapons;
In a black and white smoky haze
They attempt to infiltrate
My spirit's grace,
Trying to take over my soul,
But my faith is too strong;
I'm a Spiritual Souja,
A vessel bread to do God's work…
So they constantly attack my nucleus' essence
Disguising themselves as strangers in danger
to cross my threshold ,
but what they don't know
is that I always follow the Spirit of my Soul;
they come while I sleep
because that is when they assume I'm weak;
which is their best approach
because when I'm conscious
I'm a Spiritual Monster,
Slaying the wicked
And banishing demons,
Like Keanu Reeves I'm Constantine…
