How does one get chills standing in 97 degrees?

I jitter, I sweat watching Earth from above,
realizing we can be saved by nothing but love.
We are psychics with the power
to heal violating wounds.
We can repair damaged minds
that would be haunted by doom.
We can heal broken bones,
broken homes, and cracked domes
And provide nourishment for souls
who feel astray and alone.

Yet as always Dark Devil creeps in with his shroud
"A little late, eh?" he smirks a little too loud.
For encouragement Angel gingerly climbs out of my breast
She bellows, "But we finally made it here, so give it a rest!"

Dark Devil, Dark Devil, I bid you good day -
Please take away with you your hateful tirade
And, as now, may I always pry open my teeth
when I do not agree with what is expected of me