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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 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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