In a realm of conflict, a riddle I bring,
Where the soul of man hears the clash and sting.
A war of cosmic proportions, fierce and bold,
Between Heaven and Hell, their stories unfold.

Amidst this battleground, souls find their place,
Caught in the struggle, seeking saving grace.
For the fight is not against mere mortal flesh,
But rulers, authorities, a darkness afresh.

In heavenly realms, evil forces conspire,
To deceive, corrupt, and ignite a fire.
A battle unseen, where spirits contend,
As light and darkness clash without end.

Yet heed this warning, let it resound,
Blow a trumpet in Zion, let the alarm sound!
Let all inhabitants tremble, take heed,
For the day of the LORD approaches with speed.

In the face of darkness, remain steadfast and true,
Let your spirit soar, guided by what's pure and true.
For the battle may rage, but hope will endure,
When we align with righteousness, resolute and sure.

Blow the trumpet, sound the alarm on high,
Let hearts awaken, for the day draws nigh.
Be prepared, for the LORD's judgment is near,
In trembling reverence, let your soul persevere.