No battlefield to fight on
No guns to kill
No cavalry gone wild
No cannons roaring out the deep cry of doom
Yet the Death War is raging
The lie cut unprotected flesh
The wound of deceit open and exposed
The bomb descended on the innocent
The burning children ran screaming from the ruble of Hiroshima
Death War is raging
Forever running from the fire
Forever holding our gaping wounds
Forever victims of the roaring lion
Forever children of Chernobyl enduring constant atomic pain
Because the Death War is raging
We live in the ruins
We fight in the grey
We are soldiers in his armor
We are still pulling shrapnel shards from our souls
For the Death War has not yet been won
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My Broken Hallelujah
Spiritual//collection of original poetry about my faith// When I am weak then am I strong. The Lord is my song and of him will I sing. Forever will I sing of his name and his Kingdom. Of him I will never be ashamed.
