An Urge of Invocation

( Nothing will be yours, no need to invoke your voiceless deity) Many are the gods we can appease with our lust, greed, and thievery; there's one God who won't accept any or all of these: let's invoke Him when faithfulness contests this falsity. We are pathetic and unreliable humans calling upon God whenever dark days bring shadows to make us languish in agony, in useless invocation to repair lost amenities, not redeeming our guilt with Him who can strengthen our weaknesses and make of us the valorous soldiers who pursue truth, faith, honor, and loyalty. Human behavior is very bizarre and strange, it seeks pleasure in banal things to avenge absurd are the restrictions imposed upon us; Satan is ready to attack us and bend our wills, and should we obey him: he'll hand us all the riches, all the pleasures except for the calamities that they cause... why live under a satanic spell and not choose holiness? Keep your body clean and make it a temple, don't decorate it with tattoos and faces of horrifying creatures: don't live life your way and drink bitter wine to a faceless muse. Nothing will be yours, no need to invoke your voiceless deity: no answer will be given, deafness was given to stones of man-made imagery; they are at a standstill when a distraught soul questions their mystic theory: use your shrewdness, it's a powerful tool to fight treachery.