We Struggle Not With Flesh and Blood

The codex to my poetry, is to understand
It through the lens of scripture:
"We struggle not with flesh and blood,"
"Remove the mote in thine own eye
"Before removing the mote in thy brother's."
I purge the demons from my soul
And fight them in mortal combat...
With the armor of God,
The Helmet of Salvation
The Shield of Faith
The Sword of the Word of God and Spirit
The Shoes of the Preparation of the Gospel wherever I may go
The Belt of Truth
The Gauntlets of Charity
The Aegis of Righteousness.

Be careful, when wrestling with demons,
The Wise Sage Dark Philosopher said,
"Lest you become just like them."
Yes, I understand my wicked brother
The demons in you, but what about the demons in me?
Those I shall fight, so I can conquer those like you
With the truth, and kindness, and a tongue of joy and blessing
And wrest my words though you do,
You shall find them formed from a charitable heart.
We war with the princes who wish dominion over us,
Saying, "Take the world, you disgusting Christian
"And we shall satisfy all thy lusts!"
And so we fight, and do no unclean thing.
And are empowered to think no unclean thought.

And though the better angels sit on your right shoulders
And the Devil too, on your left,
The devil whispers unclean things
And the Angel says, "Believe, that's all that you need;
"And then you can do what's truly right."
And so I resist the devil,
And listen to peace...
Oh, Mercy find me! So I am not 
In the bonds of bitterness and gall by means of  great iniquity.