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Spirtiual Warfare

Beginning needs end, yet no end in sight.

For journeys of this sort, end not tonight.

Demons tromp round the room ere I be,

Yearn I do for days set free.

For hide I not the depths I've dove,

nor hate the road upon which I drove.

The angels and demons led me thus far,

leaving behind a memorable scar.

Gnashing teeth and fiery swords

Battles wage between the hordes

Spirits at war demanding this heart,

End not this day, written from start.

In darkness I walk in search of light,

And at son’s rise I seek the night

Both sides call like Sirens song

Confused I am to whom I belong.

Sway I do like the sea

To and fro which side to be.

With smiles ajoy I choose now this day,

To join the heavens at this game they play.

I thank thee my Lord for the battles you wage,

Defending this pawn through out the age.

Cannons thunder and demons dost fall,

Lord I fight this day for thy call.

Force me this day this decision to stand,

Take this heart for what you’ve planned.

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American
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Jan 18, 2010
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