Is This Death?
Darkness deep from which you come
the harvest of my works thus sown
Pain, agony, suffering, Glorifying Worth
Such is the way with this war's birth
A covering tarp can not sheild from the torrent flood
Every dropp was like a rain of spears
The fires of the battlefield cover our world
Virgining power erupts to chaos, power spreads to another
Consumed by flame, holocaust explodes
Within the eye's fury, the battle draws our lust
A burning rage engulfs, The Sword's thrust for blood
I stand grasping this creaton, my weapon growing strong
After His rise I shall return but for now I sit brooding
The counter strike thus unnecary the return has come
My strength has gathered I fight again, have fully rallied my men.
'What happened? ' I gaze around
The body proud, flailed across the ground
The stabbed breast, a wounded heart
A gapping hole to form, unbriddled life to flow apart
The battle Raw begins anew
The rifle stocked, its barrel flashes the blade past flew
With what can I hold a true defence
But the life I hold, its end in sight, can place its vice upon their fence
The seige begins, the counter strike reigns
a seal expands a passion's power launches
The walls have fallen and force rush in
Adoration expands to the riches of life.
The treaty has been signed
Secure tranquility can be designed
The cover of peace is secured
The barrel is calmed and let down for now
poem by Wycliff Entreri
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