Let Not the Final Trumpet Sound
I have thought many battles in my time,
through centuries pages I have walked tall.
My stories told through battles bloody rhyme,
every death my mind it does recall.
My God in Heaven please hear now my plea,
that battle's end shall come and I find peace.
Let war upon this earth forever flee
and my warring spirit find sweet release.
Through blood and flame my spirit it has sung,
a song of death from my lips it has flown.
Shall I never hear the peace bell be rung,
or shall war sing until I stand alone.
Alone in darkness at the end of time,
the final trumpet sounds, Man's final crime.
05/01/2019
Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2019
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