Angels Of The Lord
16 January, 2003
Author: Mark Spencer
Listen And Hear A Tale, A Story Yet Untold.
Of A War Waged From Heaven By The Angels Of The Lord.
A Terrible Ancient Evil Had Risen From The Fold.
Sending Out Into The World A Vile Hell Spawned Horde.
A Trumpet Blew In Heaven, Ringing The Call To Arms.
To Meet This Hellish Onslaught With The Fury Of The Sword.
A Messenger Came To The Fold And Sounded The Alarm.
This Battle Was To Be Their Last With The Angels Of The Lord.
Ebony Engulfed The Sky, Temples Sank Into The Mud.
As The Beast Rose From The Sea, With The Fires Of Hell It Roared.
Cities Crumbled 'Neath It's Heel, And The Seas Ran Red With Blood.
As They Waged Their Final Battle With The Angels Of The Lord.
Hear These Words My Children, Came The Voice Of The Lamb.
I Shall Lead You To The Garden, Far From This Fiery Horde.
There You Will Find Peace, If You Know Who I Am.
As You Watch The Final Victory Of The Angels Of The Lord
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Luc (68.74.178.140) -- Friday, January 31 2003, 02:39 am that sorta reminded me or edgar allen poe. reapteing the angels of the lord and ryming it with other words made me think of him. nice poem too. :) |
| Lori Ann Day (198.81.26.137) -- Saturday, February 22 2003, 02:35 am Psalm 91 |
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