I live in constant fear
I think someone wants me dead
Because sometime ago
Every time I went to sleep
Some images of an old man used to poop up in my head like a movie camera
The old man had no arms and no legs in a wheel chair
The images were so vivid
It kept playing tricks with my mind
Till today I ask myself if I know anyone who looks like that
I try hard to think, but I can’t come up with anything
I am not sure who wants me dead, but I know there must be someone
Someone wants to destroy me for sure
It is an evil force that comes from Satan
I tell Satan to go away and please don’t come back
Because I need the holly spirit to enter in my heart
But Satan still playing games with me and my mind
I keep asking myself why these crazy things happen to me
I don’t know what this old man has to do with me
Is it a warning by any chance? Or a reminder to take better care of myself?

Aldo Kraas

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