Armageddon Poem by Vel Vinod

Raise O my army of god to Victory
Bravest of the brave we walk by kings’
Order! Fear not its fool’s treasure, amidst
Avalanche of arrows our conquest
Inevitable as it is destined to we,
Anointed to be on side of angels
Need not reasons or seasons as,
What we are - entelechy the divinity
Hardly inspire hope not courage to
Embattled souls of ourselves, if we
Believe in personal immortality, courage
To meet our own death bear the
Death of loved ones makes us not
Exceptions, but hero’s of royal fable
The gods will do nothing unless
We do something for ourselves there,
No heaven or gods except here and
Except us, we creators of our destiny
Armed twice with faith and we fight
Last not the demons tempest till we blow,
Our love our hope our soul the music
Of war all leads to Victory the
Only personified ideal so in the name
Of god let every cup be raised with frenzy
O’ the army of god bravest of the brave
We walk by kings’ order to Victory……