Get Thee Behind Me

Some days you have no other way of describing your experience other than to say you are fighting with the Devil in the desert. You tell him to get behind you; even then he haunts your sleep and he haunts your every step. He's right there when you look up. He is tempting and taunting. And you are malleable and fallible and carnal and mortal. You know damn well that you are nothing more than a man. The devil knows damn well that he is going to outlast you.