I Am Not Tolerant

I refuse to be used as shaytan's play thing, Whispering for this and that, poking and prodding my pressure points, To try to get me to give up and to sing the song of sinning, But unlike a toy which you Push and it makes noise my soul is fighting to stay up, like a diver coming up from the ocean All the whispers can't hang, I'm out You, the devil, are using your scary tricks and keeping up with your promise, Can't harm me here so you try another way, than another way But my soul combats you and we'll never give in Inshallah, as long as this soul is attached to this body my fight ain't over