In a Pool of Darkness and Fire
Under the spell of possession
Are those that choose to fight, rebel.
With spiritual oppression,
Their clarion calls for death's knell—
All around the dying scream swells
And congregates to leave, transpire
To lakes of heathens gone to hell
In a pool of darkness and fire.
In their eyes lies an obsession
That's locked in a demonic shell,
Formed in thickening aggression,
Harnessed in the soul's blackest wells.
An unbridled thirst will impel
The stuttering guns paid for hire
To brighten the bare night that fell
In a pool of darkness and fire.
With hearts full of bleak transgressions,
Transmogrified by the farewells
Of fallen friends' last impressions—
The strained voice of the final yell—
The soldiers empty clips, excel
To kill for their unholy spire.
The land is cleansed, bodies expel
In a pool of darkness and fire.
Damned hatred and fear can compel
Them to exorcise and conspire
Those that wander—aimlessly dwell—
In a pool of darkness and fire.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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