They say when fighting with the devil,
You had to be strong and brave.
Or he’ll turn you into his slave.
Stand your ground,
Mind your words,
With no room for errors,
No fright or flight.
In the tsunami of life,
The rule is simple: kill or be killed,
It’s a jungle, black and white.
Choices are what governs the world,
Life’s a chess; you play your piece.
Like I said, black or white.
Living by this logic, it seems simple.
You’re either right or wrong,
Left or right.

When fighting with the devil,
You had to have rage.
Fuel filled anger,
Outburst so primal, an internal rave.
It had to come from your very being,
Your soul.
Enough is enough!
Head in; you fight with heart and soul.
Fight, but not without armory.
Winning is the goal.
If it’s a gun battle,
Also, pack a knife,
Well sharpened and blackened with coal.

When fighting with the devil,
You had to be as pure as a dove,
Yet cunning as a snake.
Make sure you had errors confessed,
Make no mistake,
He never forgets.
Wielding the two-edged sword,
A weapon of mass destruction.
Every step calculated,
Deeply suited to the word,
Drunk in the spirit,
Aim for the foundation.
Be quick to conceal and not reveal.
Be wise!
Remember,
You’re dealing with the master of deception.
Make no mistake,
The battle won’t be easy,
More so, it is not physical,
And remove fear,
It is a fatal position.
But victory through Christ is sure!
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From the table of the "Friendly Poet", Chinonso Achugbu