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demons dont knock They seep through the walls of your consciousness Write graffiti on your confidence Leave their fingerprints on everything you thought you knew about yourself Turn your memories into weapons Your blessings into questions Your purpose into suggestions Of what you couldve been They come at 3 AM When your defenses are paperthin When doubt crawls in through the cracks of your faith And fear makes a meal of your grace When your prayers feel like theyre hitting the ceiling And your spirits running on empty healing But wait— Let me tell you what these demons dont know About the warrior they chose to battle They dont know Ive been in training Since the first time my mamas hymns Rocked me to sleep in Sunday service Dont know Ive been building strength In every valley I walked through, Every mountain I had to climb, Every river of tears I had to swim. They didnt count on one thing— This body Its a temple This mind Its an altar This tongue Its a weapon Forged in the fire of Sunday morning hallelujahs Tempered in the waters of midnight prayers Sharpened on the stone of ancient scriptures. That taught me who I am So when they come for me Thinking theyll find weakness They run straight into warfare Cause I aint just fighting with my hands Im fighting with generations of gospel in my bloodstream Fighting with my grandmamas prayers still echoing in my spirit Fighting with my ancestors resilience Fighting with a power that made the universe with a word And spoke light into darkness. See, I learned something about spiritual warfare. It aint always about what you facing Sometimes its about whats facing you A child of God Standing in authority Walking in purpose Dancing in victory Before the battle even starts. We are the ones they never saw coming The prayers they couldnt stop The praise they couldnt silence The faith they couldnt shake The light they couldnt dim The victory they couldnt steal. So let them come At 3 AM Or high noon It dont matter the time Cause my God dont operate on their schedule And neither do I. We Got angels on assignment Warriors on the wall Victory in my veins And a testimony in my throat. Every demon every doubt Every fear every failure,Every setback every struggle. Must bow, Must break, Must scatter At the mention of His name Victory was mine… Before the battle even started. And thats not just poetry. Thats prophecy.