I'd rather have you spit in my eye, than tread lightly, and politely, let you, in his grasp, die.

Alicia, was a friend of mine, more than that, a few, special, times. Her radiance shone, like diamonds, dew, on midsummer's grass, a special, unique, beautiful, lass. She told me of ancients, and spirits sublime. Insisted that Jesus, thought it, OK;  for her in those places, to romp, and to, play. I read her the Word, I prayed with her too, but, she just did, what she wanted, to. It's fine, my prince, she'd lovingly, assure.  It was almost more, than I could, endure. Her journeys to places, she said were, so good, kept, keeping her longer, than I thought, they should. It's all right, my guide, holds my hand;  nothing will harm me,when, with her, I stand. Come with us , and you will see, let go, your fear, and rigidity. I fear nothing, and rigid, I'm not! Jesus, with His blood, my life, has bought. He warns me and keeps me, from going with you. He tells me to tell you, it's dangerous, too. If, your going to be ,such a silly goose, I'll just have to leave you, cut you loose. Two years and some days, flew right by. I missed her and prayed, that she'd learn: in His grace, to fly. Then one beautiful Autumn day, while fishing, I heard His Spirit say: go find her, go to her, and make it quick, they've bound her, and made her, very sick. I called friends, hither and yon, no one saw her, she was just, gone. Then, on the third, and worrisome day, a friend, said, she'd seen her, just yesterday. I wrote down the address, and how to get there. Just, a few miles, and I'd rescue; my maiden fair. The time with the demons, had taken it's toll. Her lovely smile, and freshness, was gone. I knew that they, had stolen, her precious, soul. The chanting and dancing, the odor, of sulphur, and sweat, gagged me, made me, remember, made me regret. I came in His power, I threw them all out. I held her and told her, His love ,would, surely.  win out. But ,when she saw Him, there, in my eyes, she clawed and screamed, and began to to rise. She bellowed in a voice, that would shake a stone wall: how dare, you to tell me, how dare, you say, That I should leave, when I want to stay. I found a mirror and begged her to look, she smashed my face, with some, devilry book. She picked up the couch, and threw it at me. I managed to side step, or dead, I would be.   I sang in the voice of angels true , and called on His power; stood up, to their rage. One by one, they, reluctantly, disengaged. Little was left, of that gorgeous woman, that I,  adored. She, growled and hissed,  her eyes were opaque, she couldn't see, but, somehow, remembered, and recognized, me. I put out my hand, she began to cry. She said don't touch me. I just want to die. And with that, she jumped up, and said: watch me fly. Three stories down she lay in a heap, tattered and broken, lying dead, in that filthy street. So if I seem, impatient, and angry, at times, when spiritual matters, are being discussed. Please, remember this poem, and, try to forgive. I know, you, have the right to choose, what to believe, and how you would live. But, the Truth is the Truth, whether you believe it or not, The spiritual realm, is no place to play, for those who rule there, will: have, their way. The sweet voices you hear, the hands that your holding, when you enter in, will kill you in time, make you their slave, they'll laugh and dance, over your grave. I'm sure  your thinking : they'll tell you, so. You've been with them, and safe, for all these years, what, could this, madman, really know? That, Alicia was weak, she hung, with the wrong crowd, that's surely true , but one way or another, they'll kill you too. Cause it wasn't the people she chose to be with, or the places she decided to live. The thing that killed her, was thinking that she, could delve, where our Lord, says: we're, never, ever, to be. Cause, it may seem harmless, and fun at first. But satan has, an unquenchable, thirst. He wants you in: disobedience and pride, he wants you, in hell, by his side. All I want, for all of you, is that you see, what's really true . He is the door, and the are no more. So, enter in, give him your sin. He'll be your friend, and is the Lord, please try Him, and read His, living Word. Don't let today's hypocritical church, sway you, or cause you, too long, to wait. Please, accept, His precious gift,  and let, eternal life,become, your fate.