That final girl who’s built to survive,
built to revive, and built to serve.
The opposition is terrified of her.
Brave enough to lead and then fail,
strong enough to do it on her own.
Still, they believe she’s an imposter.
Who’s going to step up if not her?
Novelty only plays catalyst so long
‘til the line falls while she stands tall.
Warriors think of their entire tribe.
Regardless of having any back up?
She’s the first and last line of defense.
The opposition is in awe of her.
That final girl who’s built to survive,
built to revive, and built to serve.
We should protest no more war
All the children deserve peace
Love is the answer my amour
Killing not the way I believe
Wounded warriors pay the price
In body spirit present and past
They will in future too sacrifice
How their loved ones will be sad
May God bless the world bringing peace
Embrace your brother man with humility
Warriors of God, we are, we love, we pray, we walk through this place we call home today.
Warriors of God, we are, we have had some ups and downs, we cling to our prayers, we fight, we make up, we move ahead.
Warriors of God, we move like the wind, we want our life to look and feel okay.
Warriors of God, we have been down many roads, some were dead ends and we turned around.
Warriors of God, we have had our issues, we had times we cried, we felt pain, but we moved ahead.
Warriors of God, we repent, we say sorry for some things we did, but if we must take action we always pray for the best solution.
Warriors of God, we continue our walk, through this place we call life, we will love and forgive, we will work to be the best we can.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
They walked where thunder pierced the skies.
And dust and fire stung their eyes.
Single file orders clear.
With hearts of steel and comrade’s check.
They marched along the edge of death.
Not for glory, or for praise.
Only for those with absent names.
Their love of land and comrades’ trust.
Some rose, some bled, some turned to dust.
In foreign fields on bended knees.
Themselves the price by all agreed.
A price so high and misunderstood.
Kept locked away where darkness lurks.
Some came home shadows attached.
Some returned, beat in mistrust.
Some still lie beneath the stone.
But we know that they will never come home.
We owe them more than words can say.
Their sacrifice means we live free today.
So, raise the flag and bow your head.
Honour the living and mourn the dead.
Let freedom ring where they once stood
These warriors of silence for a greater good.
Falling, rising, floating, distant orbs of golden flight
we send energy accept it, oh sentient child of night
find the quiet space inside you
meditate * glide right through
abandon all your worries join the warriors of light.
Forgotten Heroes
“Forgotten Heroes.” Repeated Master Satan.
Yes. Soldiers. Warriors. Hmm. Forgotten lives.
“Forgotten lives.” Yes, these men are deleted.
“Deleted.” Yes. Nobody remembers them. Hmm.
Why do you say this? Because I saw their graves.
“What did you see?” A weedy cemetery. It was sad.
I found a grave. He was twenty-one. In the year 1943.
Passed away. “Passed far.” He was a fighter pilot.
And I saw a little memorial plaque on his tomb.
“Text?” Rosie Mary. His mom. She lived more.
Died after his son's death. Forty years difference.
Poor Mary. I felt very sorry for them. Oh, souls!
This is a very shocking story. Yes. It is that.
There is a Lidl. Ten minutes walk. I bought flowers.
“To them.” Yes. Oh, sad lives. Sad. Says, my heart.
“Says my heart too.” Oh, Master, a cemetery is history.
I found another dramatic fate. Oh, God, where is love?
More deeply. Yes. "Please keep it in mind. Later write."
Hmm.
“Good night.”
satan is strong in historical knowledge.'
It is what drives him on.' It is also his biggest 'weak point.' For he reasons this.'
God is full if mercy..He sent His begotten
Son to the cross to redeem sinfull humans
Last time round so this is satans plan.' he intends to pull many into sin, so he can hold them as hostages, in the endgame..So this is why we must bring as many in to Gods Kingdom..As all who satan gains will not
Alter Gods actions.' They will be lost
Eternally..Let us arise then, and advance in Gods name.'
This poem I'd inspired by the broken, lost and weary people who make all of us in this world survive. The veterans, the poor people who work the plants for little reward, and all those who struggle but keep fighting. Keep on fighting with a warriors heart eventually may our world be well.
A hundred years I battle time,
A thousand scars mark every climb.
Ten thousand wounds, yet still I stand—
The ash, the flame, the trembling hand.
Was all I bled for born to dust?
The oaths, the bonds, the shattered trust?
The gods are silent, the world is still,
But even silence bends to will.
I’ve given all—my youth, my name,
My heart to honor, soul to flame.
Yet if this breath is all that’s mine,
Then let it burn the end of time.
Let fear be drowned beneath my cry,
Let stars bear witness as I die.
For though I fall, my spirit flies—
A soldier’s truth: the brave never dies.
So strike your drums and let them hear,
The dying song that knows no fear.
For in this heart, through blood and pain,
The warrior’s fire shall rise again.
Mothers don't let your children
grow up to be soldiers
and march off to battle
without remorse or of course
a thought of regret
to get in the way
boys playing follow the leader
'We're only following orders'
the young may say
yet greed and stupidity
is the name of the game
either for land or in God's name
history has taught nothing
on judging it seems
and trudging behind the herd
in a word
it's 'insane'
but what if the Generals held a war
and on the day
nobody came
A Warriors Heart will break this curse
screams will echo but I've had worse
My hands they grip the endless pit
there's a storm inside but I will not quit.
Out on the desert plains lived warriors long ago.
They lived their lives, running free, with no place left to go.
But they fought their enemies with the instinct to survive.
They fought their battles to be free so that they could live their lives.
So the warriors fought on forevermore listening to the voices cry.
There was no place left to run when it was.
their time to die.
The warriors were born to kill. They had risen to destroy
To fight the enemy and do God's will, or all was lost into the endless void.
And in the break of silence,the enemy came into their land
To fight the battle on the hill, their fate was in God's hands.
They fought for their moments of glory, for what they stood for.
The Battle of the Warriors of the Third Realm would live on forevermore
Cold granite warms our folded hands,
fearsome warriors of intent prayer.
Content not content to stay on
surface, each breath kindles Spirit flare.
Cogency calls kingdom come, tongues
of a few faithful do declare.
I won’t get anywhere faster than you
Just look at the yellow lights blinking at you
The honking of horns is such a sound racket
For breaking traffic laws, you will land with a ticket
Motorway warriors weaving in and out of lanes
Using their hearts instead of their brains
Words. They’re like… polished diamonds, right?
Sparkling, yeah, but they cut deep, you know?
Shakespeare, and Keats, played the game,
Weaving magic with syllables and building empires with rhymes,
But… beware the sting.
Words can be weapons,
Sharp as knives, they leave scars.
A barb, a jibe, a cutting phrase,
And suddenly… the world turns gray.
But, wait! They can heal, too.
Words like a balm, soothing a wounded soul,
Building bridges, kindling a fire within.
It’s all in the craft, the way you wield them.
Like a poet’s brush, painting the canvas of your heart,
With vibrant colours, and words that can truly start
A revolution, a change, a new way of seeing.
So choose your words wisely, let them flow freely,
But never forget, they’re powerful,
They can shape the world,
They can shape you.
Words, my friends, words… they are everything.
Prayer Warriors
(Our Church Prayer Chain)
Miracle Man
9/9/2024
We oft get prayer requests,
seeking prayer for a person
Asking to pray, faith believing,
for God’s will to be done.
Do we sometimes only pray,
for those known to us in person.
Thus allowing some other’s,
circumstance to worsen.
But I sometimes wonder,
just how many do pray.
How often do we allow,
good intentions to go astray.
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