Putting on the Armor of Christ

I dreamt:

Satan attacked.
His force tried to kill me.
I could feel the pressure
Of his demonic strength.
I pushed back,
Stood up off my bed

And drew my sword of the Spirit's Word,
Picked up my shield of Faith,
Girded my belt of Truth,
I placed on my Chain Mail of Righteousness
I placed upon my head my Helmet of Salvation
I put on my Stockings of the Gospel's Message
I placed on my aegis of Righteousness,
I placed on my shoes of Evangelism,
And put on my gauntlets of Charity.

I raised my scutum,
And parried back at the force with my gladius.
I could feel him constricting me like a python.
I parried again; then again.
Finally, I stabbed him in the belly
And he died a slow death.