The hard-fought battle rages on,
The tumult waxing shrill,
The horrid works of hell rebuked,
The den of lies attacked with holy skill,
A blackened wind, in squalling ire,
A sea of boiling hate,
The hordes of darkness racing up,
To cast their wrath at heaven’s golden gate,
The Christ, the leader of the fold,
His vision on them all,
Casts a thought across the scene,
As every one to Him remains enthralled,
Wherein the need to wrangle thus?
We still remain one kin,
We’re bonded as one family,
We know the other’s heart and mind within,
Pray, lend your forces to our troop,
That we may work as one,
A stalwart stewardship we’ll keep,
The galaxy will serve our sacred sun…
Written by Adam Daniel 25.07.18
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