The War on Intrusive Thoughts

The thoughts that spill over the edge, those never meant to see the light,

are refracted beyond comprehension. Bent and reflected upon sight

and twisted, disfigured to symbolize a rift with leviathan

magnitude. Cicero in its ability to shift the attitude

of the masses and befuddle the left from right.

Fall blindly into submission, close thy eyes in search of night

to find uniformed dreams of benevolence, despite

the desire to stray outward from unnecessary gratitude.

Evil thoughts spill thicker, unphased by the edge of deceit.

How mighty thy must be to resist, to seclude a fight

in these intrusions. Unheard is the beauty of such might,

apparent in only the foremost blessed of beatitudes.

May thy reek of divination in search of fortitude,

protection in legions and forthcoming, as a knight

pervades in the battles of thoughts that spill over the edge.