Royston Allen


05 Battle for the eternal destiny of Humankind


V - The battle enters the realms of death

This was not to be the end of Jesus, the Lord.
The battle was not to be fought by human sword.
Into Satan's territory the fight was to take place
to determine the eternal destiny of the human race.

The greatest battle this world has ever known
was fought by Jesus, as He stood alone.
Heavens hosts looked down with baited breath
as He took the fight into the realms of death.

Into that bottomless Abyss He began His descent.
Deeper into the very depths of death He went
Alone He stood in Satan's dark territory there
as hells creatures began to roar and glare.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 03, 2013
Edited: Thursday, May 08, 2014

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