Is this all that
loyalty brings in
this cruel world
without love.
What is this battle
in love's floor.
This ground was
formed at the
beginning of creation
by the words of love.
It was God's garden
of which he allowed
man to dwell in.
Waving your sword
in my face,
brings pain and death.
He wields the sword
that awaits you,
perhaps maybe me too.
Like siblings against
each other encouraged
by the lackadaisical
attitude of the elders.
But they forgot that
the sword is formed
by the hands of man and
can do absolutely nothing
to the one wielding the
sword of the spirit.
The one that puts on
the shield of faith
worn in love is
more than a conquerer.
He fears no evil lurking
in the darkness,
for the one who reigns
shall lead him through
the valley of the shadow
of death.
But there is some that will not
taste death till the end.
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