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To Hope Apocalyptic

He leaned on his sword
They had asked for backup
He had arrived in time
The bloodied waters..
Was all he could now fathom
Summoned to avert..
A crises of epic proportions
The price was but too high
The cry ascending 
To the very heavens
Whispers of mercy..
Angels descending..
The battle had raged fierce
But now they had a lull
The worst was over
Yet why did he feel so empty
To hope and trust..
His calling was but just

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