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Warriors

The warriors of the day fight against the

Dying of the the light turning into ghosts

Of remembrance and nothing more. Yet a

A remnant remains .  The warriors of the

Darkness they to must yield to the coming

Morn but a remnant of all remains in our

Memory to foreshadows the knowing that

Nothing is more constant than change and.

All enmity is futile because all that we can-

Will remember wii be the treasures that are

Stored in heaven; and when we clearly see

The tales told by an idiot we will laugh like

The lover who watches his children play and

Would see them playon forever in his sight.r days

So at the end of our days we shall see God even

As He now sees us. With Love in all our ways

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Sep 26, 2021
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