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THEM

The Beings struggle for my soul

As time goes on they become more bold

Testing me in a ruthless way, 

Testing me by night, by day

 

One that pulls me towards good

One that wants me as a hood

I watch the world disintegrate

Before my eyes in greed and hate

 

The plan Diablo is gaining speed

As humanity sinks now to its knees

Mired in the twisted minds

Of men who think they have to shine

 

The fist of East the fist of West

Now firmly clenched at His behest

As mountains spew the flames from hell

Disease now kills with poisoned Wells

 

But somewhere there is a chink of light

For each within us the will to fight

Each one of us however small

Can take the justice sword for all

 

I now know that for Him to lose

I can’t sit back, let others choose

But charge with actions loud and bright

To cut right through impending night

 

And each small bit that we unfurl

Will cut the cancer from our world

And banish Him as done before

So we can live in peace once more.

 

 

 

 

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