Deliverance
We are surrounded by the Heathen, the fearful men dost cry
Tis true, we are, but in our hearts we are not afraid to die.
Our swords are blunt, our shields damaged but sure
Outnumbered but proud, overwhelmed but strangely secure.
We have our Belief, we have our Diety to provide us bountiful care
The Heathen are going straight to the grave, no eternal life to share.
Their razor arrows and their savage spears, their chants and shout
May a violent whirlwind or a small quiet voice, cast upon them doubt.
And then the rain came down, the lightning threw, and the clouds did weep
The enemy did flee, as the ground beneath them began to seep.
The blood rose in the water as the crimson sun did sink and wane
The hoards vanishing into the distance, their resolve in their minds just Pain..
Copyright © Stuart Ackerman | Year Posted 2015
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