Hit the switch
Turn on the light
Illuminate
When the time is right.
Take the battle
To the gate
Nations falling
It is fate.
Are the slaughtered
If they bow?
Spirit rising
Telling how.
Shall he make peace with me?
He shall make peace with me.
When all the alters come down.
Ground like chalk stones
No more crowns.
Then the nations will be released
When the armies of heaven
Again have peace.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 26th, 2023 09:27
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Comments1
Great work.
Thank you, a couple of spelling mistakes but I am to blind to care!
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