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It was the hour of their glory
harps tuned,they bravely stood strong
their path to salvation,cried for sacrifice
as a storm loomed,with their rhapsodic song.

Forced to live a life of misery
these calloused hands took many lives
but now the Lord smiles upon them
their last act, the sweet sacrifice.

A few yards away,the militia stands
eyes locked on the crowd of madmen
but the dulcet rhythm 'midst the battlefield
was slowly driving them insane.

The piano spoke, the violins yielded
their voices echoed deep in the winds
the ballad cried out an endearing felicity
washing the souls of those who have sinned.


“Together we stand this day
making a statement of love
let the men pull their triggers
our song will chastise our blood.


To Life we cry,with a broken voice
take up the gun,if you have no choice
as the muzzles flash, let the world see 
salvation is ours today,have no mercy."



And so the wind spread their voice
with the depth of sevenfold moons
silence pervaded this ruthless battlefield
bodies aflame,but hearts in swoon.

The passion of battle was burning among the soldiers
their gun spoke in mocking reply
bodies fell,but the song continued
for today, death is a barrier to deny.

With steely-eyed purpose and passion they sang
Harp and flute gave them ear to the call
Then the storm reached crescendo with the thunder of drums
crying, “This day The Rain must fall”.

Louder still,their voice resonated
with the torrent of the cleansing storm
the soldiers stopped in muted wonder
seeking penance,of some fashion or form.

Then miracle started evidently
as plethora of soldiers dropped their guns
retreating with guilt-driven madness
repenting of what they’d just done.

Rushing at the covey of souls
their hatred lasted one evanescent moment
and in the act of profoundest love
tears spoke out years lament.

the years of suffering have come to pass
enemies now have become friends
tears are transformed now from sorrow to joy
they did not know to what end.

They looked in idyllic gaze,eye upon eye
and readied themselves for to greet
the soldiers who joined in the Paradise song
their soul salvation complete.

The rain began its heavy downpour
and gave bloom to passionate life
In this glorious day,a brother hugs brother
his sin washed away with his strife.

The chrysalis broke to reveal the heart
of radiant men who forced the change
The sapphire sky now gifted a rainbow
the blessed talisman is now well within range.
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