A Lenten Prayer

A recent heart and dagger
with the inhabitants of my crooked head
exposed the enemy's undeniable knack
for leading me astray.
 
My greatest weakness is their perfected skill,
crafted to welcome my somewhat lyrical demise.
Lies caked with evil
are whispered quietly on continuous loop.
Eager ears cling to the demonic absolution
weighing down my cranium with
uncounterable self destructing thoughts.
 
Lucifer's minions fester and take root
gnawing through the soul strings of my maker.
The sufferings rationale will come in perfected timing,
cornered, I must fixate my heart upon my father's voice
and pray for uncertain salvation.