Every Day Like The Ocean, Flows Like Blood. Poem by Brett White

Sweet God of Gods and Lord of Lords,
Whose army through His celestial Power, -
Outnumbered by Demonic Hordes,
Whose blood is greedily wanted
On their Hell-forged swords.
Fear not the most frightening moment
In Humanity's Darkest Hour.
Through Faith, the Light shall avail,
His Innocence in Love for thee,
Untouched Forever by insincerity;
And behind you for eternity I will,
Until Death's kiss, loyally trail.
Because Goodness will always prevail,
Winning with God's abundant Grace,
Like my touch upon your face,
Doing whatever it takes to win you,
My Love, whatever, that should entail.
Your voice sounds like an Ocean,
Roaring within the blackest night,
And without your Love in my Life,
Every day like the ocean, flows like blood.
Acceptance of the loss of you, my Love,
And your love for me, escapes my sight.
And for years, soaked in blood, drearily
I will travel, aided by the Grace of God.
And war waged must be, then war will be waged,
Without fear I will always fight for you,
And for a single kiss I'd happily die.
And if stacked against me the odds were,
And even if my Fate were cruelly Staged,
For your love, or a simple kiss from you,
I shall die in God's Grace, with my head,
Even in the Face of Death, held High.