Holy War Poem by William Mowell

I stand alone, I face these demons on my own

No one on earth will help me fight, hell's spawn are in my sight

I sit and wait for them to move, I don't have anything to loose

They say I can't win this battle, but the words they will not rattle

My mind is strong with the spirit, Strength is what God will immerit

This holy war I will battle through, and Gods own word I will be true

Slaying demons left and right, they never expected this kind of fight

Its time to finish this as I take another down, and then a flash of light I see the thorny crown

In a couple seconds it has come to an end, as the angels and Jesus start to ascend

I will fly away with winged glory, and that will be the end to my story