The Final Battle
Forged in fire, presented 'ala carte'
Deceit and lies play their devious part
like Hell Hounds hunting as a team of two.
Their handler keeps close watch on you.
In stark sound of silence, whispers creep
while seeking souls to groom and reap.
Greedy, modern men are such easy prey.
These dogs will snare them by end of day.
Beware your pitfalls when traps are set.
The dark one trains each evil, defiled pet.
His hounds thirst to lick your heart's blood
and drown your spirit in a diabolical flood.
The fiendish canine are taught to fight,
lurking in shadows, beyond the light.
Be steadfast in courage; stand and defend,
so your battle will bring the dark one’s end.
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