I Live In Constant Fear

I live in constant fear I think someone wants me dead Because sometime ago Every time I went to sleep Some images of an old man used to poop up in my head like a movie camera The old man had no arms and no legs in a wheel chair The images were so vivid It kept playing tricks with my mind Till today I ask myself if I know anyone who looks like that I try hard to think, but I can’t come up with anything I am not sure who wants me dead, but I know there must be someone Someone wants to destroy me for sure It is an evil force that comes from Satan I tell Satan to go away and please don’t come back Because I need the holly spirit to enter in my heart But Satan still playing games with me and my mind I keep asking myself why these crazy things happen to me I don’t know what this old man has to do with me Is it a warning by any chance? Or a reminder to take better care of myself?