I go down to him, to his place, to his underworld armed with nothing but stories and songs, hymn and music, and poetry and words, most of all prayers. These implements are considerably and incredibly useless in front of his powers, but I have to try to survive and have to try to somehow try to flourish in his dark, evil, lonely place.
When the devil asks for his dues, we must give him the dues. Fully, completely willingly.
I carry faith with me all the time.
