I see the
weak apathetic
Armies
clothed in flesh once
More, marked
for matters great,
Going out
among the darkness
To destroy,
then rebuild hope
For those
hopeless in ashes.
Swords of
light lashing against
Creatures
cold and calling for
Souls so
dear, precious, lost
And alone in
the lies.
I see dry
bones battling
Against the
drenching weariness
Of weak will
and timidity, so
Hearts of
lambs will roar
And darkness
will flee among
The cracks
of mighty mountains.
I see hell’s
gates torn open,
invaded with
loving peace
And the
light of truth,
Chains broken
and free souls
Soaring to
join the great cause.
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