Manifesto

There is a war of rage being waged. I want to run into the heat I feel, And fight to save global souls, Not ease into the frost surreal. I hear my commander’s voice, Calling me out to come and see, This echo cries for unending peace, Never settling for inhumanity. I behold the gauntlet of the clash, And stand up to the vision I see. This is why we came at last, In the revolutions of eternity. I reach out to gather others in, Taking stock in preparation to go. We wave our freedom banners in the wind, “Attack!” is our manifesto. We are the marked generation, Fighting for family preservation. Our hearts bear with ultimate victory, The work shouldered in exultant delivery! We are the soldiers of this hour, And workers of Christ’s power. Building upon our watchtowers, We righteously make the Kingdom ours. Go and read this manifesto, It will make you a true hero. It is a holy ancient record written, Entitled, “The Book of Mormon.”