We all are targets,
Scouring the good in God as deciet disarms us,
Predisposed to meet fate, the last days, souls are slain
Prowling energy vampires feasting pon' docile, man ,woman and child
Oh, grant we divinity weaponry for those that oppose we,
For we are amidst the unnatural wickedry whom' drift ghastly,
Mislead us not through the puzzling struggle of reafirment,
We are proned to mortally sin and endure the turbulent raging winds of pessimism ajin of Jin,
Oh higher power, bestow upon us the Armor Of God..so we can show the world, it's all about the principles...stay RIGHTEOUS.
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Author:
Zapatron (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 7th, 2018 06:53
- Comment from author about the poem: Now I'm not a saint, nor do I really pray, but we must know that we are not always safe, for our souls are at stake.
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Comments1
Thank you River Jordan.
I liked this poem.
Good stuff.
I am beginning to realise that man's greatest battles now are more spiritual than physical in life!
Keep writing
FineB
Thank you for reading and appreciate the endearment!
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